Strains of the Lacrimosa from Mozart’s ‘Requiem’ waft through the space.A pair of long gilded doors are swung open revealing, beyond, a slow-mov...ng gold escalator rising from a lower level. Instead of black rubber, its handrails are covered with white ermine. No-one is riding on the moving staircase. A sign above the doorway – guarded by two bewigged flunkies - simply states: HALL OF THE SCREEN GODDESSES.Mary Lynne gets up and saunters across to the fountain, holding her crystal goblet under. By the time I pulled her panties aside and kissed her damp lips, she was breathing a little heavier, but still talking to her mother. A couple of more licks and, with no prompting from me, she lifted her hips off the mattress so I could pull down her panties. Barbara truly loved having her pussy eaten, so once her panties were removed, she grabbed my hair and almost ripped my head off my shoulders ramming my face back into her pussy. Then, knowing that it turned me on, she slowly spread her. This time the dogs were hung up, genitals locked.Wendy lowered herself down to Alice’s level. “Can you feel it? Gobs of sperm up inside you, even now racing up into you, millions of sperm, any one of which will make you pregnant. You’ve come twice from a dog licking your pussy, and then your cunt gave Danny’s cock the best time of its stiff life and made him ejaculate a whole flood of stuff inside you. And now you’re pregnant. Take a good look at Danny here -- isn’t he handsome? Your son will. Stafford's man passed the bundle of pamphlets to a man wearing a hat with the brim pulled low over his face and an all-enveloping cloak. I could not get a good sight of the cloaked man from my vantage point on the steps of St Paul's so carefully followed him when he left. Fortuitously he went into a pie shop in Cheapside, and I loitered outside until he exited with his steaming hot pie. I saw him full face and recognised Cato, who was too interested in eating his pie to notice me.John Stafford.