She laid back in my arms. I was pretty sure that she couldn’t handle this. She could never contain the passion and energy of a young man.With my lip... exploring her mouth, right hand exploring her clit and left hand exploring her ass hole and finally, her body on my hips, she didn’t know what to do than to just submit to me completely. I knew aunty was mine for today at least.I continued doing this till her eyes blacked out, her mouth opened and gasped for air and screamed intensively, “Ahhhh. Say, the Kremlin. One must be a chameleon to survive in such situations. Mr. Zaglinder found himself in a swamp filled with predators. It was a case of blend in or be eaten. Not surprising at all, and pardon me for saying, but I think such a talent could be very useful. Perhaps not to you, so much ... but to me, to my organization, in your service. Very useful indeed, I'm thinking," Pietor mused.The object of the conversation was sitting a few feet away in another chair, with a plate of. I took it as a fact; I was dead, I wasn’t in Heaven, nor with The Guardians.Where were they anyway? Weren’t they supposed to protect me? They gave me a mission. I can’t complete it if I’m dead. I’m in Hell. I have to be. There’s so much pain. I could not begin to describe the pain. I remember being asked to describe the level of pain I was in when I visited an ER back in my old life. I was told to give them a number between 1 and 10, with 10 being the most pain I have ever suffered. One being. So no existing tribe was available to claim ownership; but, of course, the local tribe was associated loosely with the Regnenses, so they might call upon substantial numbers if they felt like it. I had to make sure we stayed friends.The upper fields grew wheat and barley, the lower ones near the river were damp and more suited to leafy vegetables and cattle. On the ridge, sheep grazed the open tops. It was a good farm. We did not grow many vines for some reason. I made a mental note to check.