‘You must be thirsty Paul. You had a long chat with that nice young policeman. I wouldn’t mind meeting up with him on a dark night,’ he said as ... took a few sips from the proffered cup. ‘Robert, did I hear the sister call you Reading?’ I queried. ‘That’s quite correct. Robert Reading is my name,’ he said with a broad smile on his face. ‘But you’re an African? How did get the surname Reading.’ ‘African I may look,’ he laughed, showing very white teeth, ‘but the look is Kenyan though I am. His dog.I must have screamed bloody murder, startling the dog who paused his thrusting probe long enough for me to push him off. I jumped up off the bed as the dog got down, and watching me, came toward me as I stepped back away from him. He was growling at me as if he was the one upset at being interrupted.“Nice boy . . . nice boy,” I said as he continued to back me up until I felt the back of my ass cheeks touch the wall.Terrified, I stood there. I tried to run, to get around Bruno, but he. Lets start by explaini g how we first corrupted each other.About 8 years ago when we were teenagers I got my first digital camera and sis asked me to take a few pics of herself for her boyfriend who was off at university. It was summer and said she wanted some bikini shots which I was happy to do and for the first time saw her as an attractive woman rather than just my sister. She was very hapy and clearly very pleasantly surprised by the pics and how pretty and sexy she looked. A few days. “Michael, we also know the ceremonies involved the use of sedatives and hallucinogens to calm the victim before the sacrifice.” Here, she blushed, but she kept going. “And we know the sacrifices involved sex. It would appear the combination of drugs and sex and beautiful priestesses was enough for young men to go willingly to the altar. Of course, by the time they got there they probably were disoriented enough and aroused enough to care only about a climax, to the extent they were able to care.