He sneered. Long abandoned.Being abandoned entailed it being occupied in the first place. This was no Dungeon. It was a tomb. His tomb.Long ago, he ha... been the most powerful servant of a powerful Keeper. In the name of his master, he had killed…Well…He couldn't remember how many people he'd killed but he'd killed a whole load of them. After all, it was not like he ever counted. That would not be classy. As a Horned Reaper, he didn't live his life moment to moment, he lived it kill to kill. For. I knew they had rolled up my cell and the other connected cell near Oxford, but I never let on that there was a full dozen more cells all working covertly in the greater London area.My handler had come down with a quarantine issue at the last moment and she had been replaced by a younger but less attractive female from the agency. Her name was Nancy and I seriously suspected her of non-traditional sexual urgings from her attitudes towards her female subordinates and other nubile girls in her. She then kissed from her stomach up to the nipple of her right breast, shocking Leslie with the power of the sensation and the bolt of pleasure that shot through her.“Ever since last year I’ve thought about doing this but we were never really alone.”“Jenny! You mean touching me?”“Yes, after I found out how it could feel I just wanted to show you, but only you.”“You never said anything though?”“Would you have let me if I had?”Leslie didn’t know how to answer and tried to imagine a situation. Are yer gonna fuck me or what sexy boy!”Tom threw himself into the task of screwing Belinda with a vengeance. First off he plunged his mouth down hard onto her furry pussy and sucked her clitoris deep into his mouth along with the soft fleshy folds of her pussy lips. Tom could feel all of Belinda’s black pubic hair between his teeth and he could smell the intoxicating smell of her sex juices that were starting to drench his mouth.After a good feed of vagina, pussy lip, pubic hair and clitoris.