The room began to take shape. It was not what I expected. I thought it would be a dark medieval castle. Torches would cast deep shadows. But instead I...found a Parisian lady’s boudoir, pre-World War II. The men were off preparing for conflict—negligent of the women they would leave behind. The ladies entertained themselves in the rooms of Mademoiselle Katarina—a decadent 1930s slumber party. A fire burned in the grate casting shadows where the light of a lone lamp did not reach. Cinnamon,. She handled the money, so guess what, she’d stripped the account and was last seen boarding a bus for the airport. Well fuck her and fuck everyone else too. Luckily the boys had their money paid separately so at least some of us could pay our rent and at least I still had a band. I had some money, which went too quickly and I was getting behind on some payments, so this month I borrowed some from my sister, but it came with a catch. She had a friend, who had a daughter, who had a voice. So yes. At first she didn't react, either she was too far gone,or she just didn't know what was happening, but as her former lover got closer,and Suzanne saw the glowing red rod in his hand, she started to scream andfight her bonds frantically. "NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!" Nigel didn't hesitate, he held the glowing red C up andpressed it hard into Suzanne's belly, the sizzle of flesh was immediate ashe pushed the metal deep in her skin. Suzanne's cries went silent as she passedout. When Nigel pulled the metal rod. Still, I wanted to cum, with permission, while staring at that gorgeous face and body that had been my masturbation fantasy for years, so I was willing to take the risk. After a minute or two, she stepped out on the patio, wearing jeans (she was pretty slender for a woman of her age and a mother of two, just enough curves to make those jeans look good), and an oversized t-shirt. She smiled at me (my heart melted) and said "We're going to make a keep sake this time and you're not going to.