My mind was still on how I had only just caught the bloody train – how the useless taxi-driver had dawdled all the way to the station, and the queue...at the ticket-window…I sat down, with a resigned grunt, in the first free seat I found, dumping my slim briefcase on the overhead rack, and watched as the trees gathered speed outside the window. It wasn’t until we had passed Babali, and I had settled more comfortably in my seat that I became aware of the woman in the seat opposite. Dark glasses. He was grabbed forcefully by the shoulders and dragged roughly to the front. Although he didn’t struggle, he was punched several times in the face by a Mountain Warrior who wore a head-dress of a leopard’s skull and appeared to be more senior than the others. Venerable’s face was soon a bloody wreck. One eye was dripping blood and his nose and lips were burst and bleeding profusely. He was then punched in the stomach so that he fell onto the ground as a huddled wreck in front of Lady Geranium.. I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out. Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself completely. She would curl her fingers around my throbbing shaft and draw me to her. My lips moved over her taut young cheeks, smothering them in urgent kisses, but my tongue tip was magnetically drawn to her tight asshole. The pertness of her cheeks frustrated my attempts to hold them open as much as I wanted and I moved her hips, trying to position her to get as much access for my tongue as I could. ‘Wait,’ May asked, then to my delight, she moved the dressing chair, knelt on it with her knees spread and arched her back. Then, as my eyes widened, she reached behind and.