The weird thing was, that even though Van thought Pat shouldn't be giving anybody else any, she would spread those big ol' sexy legs for me any time I...wanted it. Go figure.This weekend, actually, earlier in the week, Pat had asked me if Van was mad with her. I told her, no, not really, and that I could prove it to her.I already knew that Van was bi and that she would like to get into Pat's panties because we had talked about it on a couple of occasions while smoking a little weed and banging. We were meeting in our cars, and going for the long drives. It was really a fun once I told her to meet me as my other house, and she got agreed. We met there, and she really liked the place, and asked me to meet here only, as it was safe and private. She had to be very careful, as she was married too. So she liked that place, and the main thing that she trusted me alot. Till then, there was nothing in her mind, as she was still considering me her best friend.But It all got changed when I said. ” (Mmmm!) Mmmm! It’s coming. (I’m going to come!) We’re coming, we’re cumming! (We’re?! Cumming! Cumming now!) Right now! Love me! Love us! We are Goddess! We are Mother! (Mother? Mother!) World spinning, body spasming, electrical pleasure from hair to nipples and breasts to womb and pussy to toes! (Oh, fuck!)(Fuck me fuck me fuck me!)Fuck us! Fuck Us.Yes, Us. We Are.Pleasure beyond measure. Creating Life. Nurturing Life. Accepting Death as painful necessity. Plants and fields will grow.. Surely she would not kiss me if they were just going to kill me?Without any warning, the two guards are back. They come right into the cell. One of them covers me with his weapon. The other one straps a broad leather belt around my waist, takes each wrist and handcuffs each behind my back onto the leather belt. I am now completely helpless. He snaps a thick leather lead to the front of the belt and pulls me out of the cell. His colleague, the guard with the weapon follows behind me. Are they.