She thought about it now as she lay with her eyes closed in the softly darkened room. It wasn't that Don wasn't willing, but sometimes he was so tired...that he came right away, and certainly at his best he usually failed to continue the strenuous lovemaking that Carolyn wanted. Five minutes, maybe ten and it was all over, and what was more, she'd been unsuccessful in her attempts to add spicy little things to her new husband's repertoire. Kooky things like her old boyfriends used to do to send. The chairs were within a foot of the edge of the mattress so the boys could watch the sexual conquests close up and get really entertained and stimulated by the rape action going on right in front of them, the live action being better than any porn show they had ever watched. The guys had been using this room for most of their rapes. They'd never changed mattresses and never used a sheet. The mattress was spotted with the byproducts of the many rapes; crusted pools of cuntal juices, jism and. I lean my head back to keep him from getting anymore than his fat head into my mouth. He groans knowing what I’m about to do. I lick the tip of his cock which is wet with salty precum. I lick and lick, with an occasional teasing with my teeth. I start to suck on the tip, not letting anymore of it in my warm, wet mouth. I spit on his penis and lick down the length and give his balls a quick suck. I lick between the balls and up the shaft, and back down. I keep licking and teasing until I think. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.”― George Orwell, 1984 (First published in 1948)I returned to my centrally located base of operations in a former Jewish neighborhood in Berlin that was virtually deserted for reasons graphically described in “Mein Kampf”.