You have a cellar, don't you?' 'Yes, but...' She slammed the door behind her. Some superhuman effort had brought her thusfar. She looked at me, with u...speakable sadness. I reached for her, and shefainted away into my arms. I held her there. Eliza. Eliza Rathbone, who had been missing since the summer.'Eliza.' I hadn't spoken her name for so many years. I held her, limp, againstme, inhaling the scent of her: fear, dirt, blood, and something else that Icouldn't define. I lifted her up. She was. I compensated by holding onto the top rail myself. Then he put my left foot on the bottom rail. He knelt behind me. Once again his magical tongue explored my body; but this time, he tongued my ass, something that I was not expecting from him…He kept his hands on my ass cheeks and ran his tongue up my slit to my clit and back to stick the tip of his tongue in my tight rosebud.I was in heaven. I enjoyed it even more when he pushed his thumb inside my very tight rear door. He licked my clit at the. What Sandra did not know was the bag was made from a fine Hessian cloth lined with satin like material and three inches inside the bag there was a small pocket which today contained three freshly used condoms. It was this pocket now showing a spreading wet patch which released the fragrance she was smelling and also its position against her open mouth had now squeezed a little of the milky white fluid on to the tip of her tongue.Sandra froze when she first tasted the thick liquid recognising it. Flames spread down their backs as they screamed in fear and agony, still bound and unable to move away from the fire. Men circled the burning bodies then, jacking themselves, squirting cum into the flames, laughing and cheering as ecstasy rocked their bodies. The effort seemed very coordinated but wasnt really. It was easy because they were so turned on by the sight in front of them, sluts burning while they took load after load of cum. They died being useful like sluts should. Jana watched in.