"I am going to die." She whispered into his ear. "It was my own dirge I sang."Harlen stepped back and looked at her. "What?" He asked. "How can you kn...w this?" He demanded. "So far as I know, even the foresighted cannot accurately tell one's future regarding death."She wept into her hands. "I know not how, or why, I simply know it was so." She looked at him through her fingers. "When an elf sings another's dirge it is joyous and glad." She said, her voice muffled by her hands. "But when one. Fold forward, palms on the floor."One pose after another relaxed and excited Ami at the same time. It's hard to explain that dichotomy to someone who doesn't do yoga. The sacred space intensified the electric current now flowing freely throughout Ami's body. She sensed Jess moving behind her. Ever so lightly Jess placed her hands on the back of Ami's thighs. With a feathery touch they moved upward, sending an increased current along their path as the hands navigated over her ass and up her. It was labeled Private Videos. I clicked on that one and my eyes went wide when I saw a screen with six different cameras in different places. I clicked on the first one. My mouth dropped open, it was Mr. and Mrs. Bs master bedroom. The view was looking at the big ass bed from the dresser. Along side the video part there was another menu that said angel 1, angle 2, angle 3. Intrigued, I clicked angle 2. the scene went from the view from the dresser to another angle to right side of the bed and. Or...’This time she jerked and twisted as he spoke bringing another burst of coarse laughter as she anticipated an assault that didn’t come. Tears streamed down her face as she realised that this was part of their ‘fun’, part of the humiliation. They were all watching, watching and waiting for her to remove that final, tiny garment, her last symbolic protection. There was a murmur of cruel pleasure as ten pairs of male eyes watched the pretty young woman hesitantly easing the waistband of her.