I was overwhelmed by the beauty and wonder of the pictures, and the thought of how Man can rise above the despair, deprivations, and decadence of the ...orld to accomplish such glorious works. These sublime works of art had been produced at a time of plagues, famine, mercenary soldiers raping and pillaging, and the Holy Roman Church burning so-called heretics, and yet the artists had demonstrated man’s gift of being able to rise above the dross of life.For the first time since fire consumed. “Come on, sit down.”Dylan sat on the sofa with Caroline.“Your father is a god,” she said.“A god?”“Yes. He can do absolutely anything he wants. He revealed this to me, and made me his personal secretary. I’ve been keeping track of his appointments. Mostly sex so far, but he does plan on going to work this week.”“Master PC…” Dylan said under his breath.“What was that, Dylan?” Caroline asked.“While my dad’s been telling you all this, have you seen him working away on his laptop?”“I’m not allowed. She then moved to the other, which was now hard, and again swabbed, her face close to my chest, her breath warm on my skin. My hard-on ached, strained, arched in its fabric prison. I could feel the pressure building, my desire intensifying, and my manners and resolve to be a gentleman teetering. Her touch felt so good. Suddenly she brushed against my encased member and I jumped, startled out of my reverie. “Oh, didn’t mean to scare you, city boy!” She laughed. “It seems you’re enjoying this as. Just do to Meeks what Lesley liked being done to her. Easy. "So...you liked your little sex session with the two dykes, eh Lesley.? By God when you pen your memoirs girl...by God they'll have to be heavily censored. Hahaha. What a damned shame I missed all that." He lied. The whole session had been recorded and forwarded via email to his computer at home. He had stood and watched his lodge friend delete the file after he'd sent it. He didn't mind how many men and women fucked his little.