The dangerous part was the fact that the drains were emptied more often from the palace than from the other sections of the city. Basically the palace...had more water to waste and they used it to flush things way. The risk was that a wall of water like the one that had shot out of the drain as we were climbing might hit us and send us flying back out of the passage. If that happened, one of us would probably get injured at the very least. To minimize the chance of that happening, I had everyone. A note read ‘Don’t feel bad, dude, it’s all good.’ Inside was a fat doobie and a bottle of poppers. I kicked back on the sofa, drank some whiskey while smoking the pot, and thinking about things. Still somewhat embarassed of Charley, the anonymous blowjob thought started making me erect and horny. A few more shots of Jack Daniels got my courage up and I decided to try another trip to the Adult Video. I guess 11PM is rush hour at the peeps, cause when I got there the parking lot was full, and. Believe me - we civilians were eager to stay in the good graces of the Germans back then. I was just an American, ex-pat barkeep; not a military, or political thinker. I wasn’t French. It was none of my business who ran the City. All I knew was that the Huns were in charge and I wanted to stay on their good side.Parisians were trying to keep their lives from being too badly interrupted. I know that sounds incredibly short-sighted and selfish, now. But, society had been way-too civilized up to. She rode me while moaning my name and how good it felt, all the while rubbing her pronounced clit in hard circles. I thrust up urgently, matching her speed groaning in pleasure. Our juices mixed and trailed down the inside of my thigh. The need for each other’s body, the frustration, and heat, all being released as we just went at it raw. Primal lust. “I’m gonna cum soon, mistress.” I groaned deep, breathing hard as I thrust, hands gripping the rope. I could feel the familiar pressure building.