It was a few hours before I rode out and headed around. Using the sats I had found a way in and came to a stop in the far back. I was against the wall...and in total darkness. I adjusted the grav shroud before I opened it and began ascending. I silently landed on a balcony and folded the shroud and put it in one corner of the balcony.I slipped in and started searching while trying to avoid anyone noticing me. The relics I was searching for were in display cases in a room off the royal chambers. I. Millions suffer or die as a consequence of this vile trade. Katherine Eleanor Porter-Haynes had been the product of a woman of high English birth and an American philanthropist whose vast wealth had derived from the slave-trading of earlier English generations and tobacco growing thereafter. Philanthropist he may have been but he was a cruel man and Katherine had inherited that cruelty. She was, by all the accounts I read, a sociopath and possibly a psychopath too, willing to make money by any. My mischievous sister was stoking her own fires of desire by all but dropping the reform schoolgirl in my aroused lap.Lulu was obviously up to the carnal fun and games because she seemed to be constantly wet down there between her legs just from her nasty thoughts about hard cock in close proximity. We stopped at a gas station to fill up and both girls headed for the tiny restroom in the back. The female cashier gave me a swing of her hips and a flip of her long black hair probably thinking I. Everything she was, did and said was for him a precious, undeserved gift in their lovemaking. For him, her lovely tits, her ass, her delectable pussy and shameless mouth – whether in kissing or devouring his cock like now – were an irresistible turn-on.Eventually, Ben pulled a resisting Erika up before her mouth and wicked tongue could undo him. With her legs straddling his, he pulled her breasts to his mouth. As his teeth closed over her swelling-up nipples, his fingers dug into her straining.