There was a dark dampness sticking the doublet to his upper arm. ‘Gods Terence, let me tend you.’ He smiled relieved thanks as he sank onto the be..., leaning back against the wall for support. He heard her say something. Perhaps it was ‘Water’? His eyes closed in exhaustion. The next he knew she was bathing his arm. My God how that stung! He looked at the wound. The cut traced an angry red line right across the muscle, mid-way between shoulder and elbow. It was quite deep but nowhere touching. But he expected me to struggle to please him.I rose up on my knees to try and achieve more leverage. Instead of using my neck muscles to apply pressure I leaned my entire body forward, trying to force more of his cock into my mouth with the weight of my body. I ignored my gag reflex. Much to my surprise, gagging wasn't a big problem at the moment. I couldn't decide if that was because of the fear I was experiencing or if it was just because his cock couldn't actually touch the back of my. By the time he sat at the table, only Malcolm was at his side. The steward handed him a thin sheaf of papers and withdrew.Gaius poured himself a cup of coffee, opened the folder he'd been handed, and read through it. He didn't look in Corvus's direction and took his eyes off the papers in front of him only long enough to give some signal to the slaves who hovered nearby, sending them further into the shade.Corvus ate fresh fruit and drank his coffee, hoping his slowly improving headache would. Having live on a sixth floor and that Koreans mind their own business, even if their neighbour was getting killed (they hate getting involved and would not get themselves killed). The flat door was slowly being turned open. The locks were turning loose. An expert thief was coming in. Unbeknownst to Brigette, someone had been spying inside her flat, for already two months now. Someone must have followed her home, studied her letters in the mail box, and when she was gone, timed themselves to.