Anthony and St. Francis, the great bronze equestrian statue of “Gattemelata” – “Honey Cat” -- a most peculiar name for a mercenary captain, ...he sculpture garden, and the Roman gate, all competed with the Arena for our admiration.James Frazer may have been a skilled embalmer, but his prediction as to who would be leading the British delegation at the Congress of Verona was completely erroneous. Two days after Otto and my arrival in Verona the British delegations took up residence in the Carli. She barely noticed as she was uncuffed and ungagged, her dry heaving gradually settling as her stomach came to terms with its contents. She blinked blearily as she was led to the showers and placed gently in the corner of the communal shower area. She expected to be rinsed off under the showers as if to remove the evidence of what had taken place over the last few hours, but once again her realisation was lagging a few seconds behind reality. As she looked up to try and understand her new. ‘George,’ cried Angela, ‘Piss on me. Let me feel your hot piss spray my back.’ Standing behind her, I forced my straining prick downward and aimed at her smooth lower back and broadened ass. It came as only a dribble at first. Then the yellow stream broke through. It pulsed and splattered on her pale white back and ran down the crack of her ass to flood her pussy. ‘Ohhhhh!’ moaned Angela. ‘No one has ever done this to me before. Your piss is so delightfully hot.’ After Arthur had finished. Greg Sands. Several times I had to put the report down and have a slug of straight whiskey.The report had shaken me to my very core. I might have known my friend Sandman at 18 years of age but the person at 28 was a sick twisted animal. The report gave me all the answers I was looking for and I thanked God that I wasn't the target of his rage.I was sure Peterson Sr. had read this report and must have had a good old fashioned belly laugh, he must have felt like a kid at Christmas watching the.