“Martine, sweet young Martine.” The Count savored her name and savored the upcoming degradation he would inflict on her feeble husband. Jean padde... down the smooth grey stone steps in the secret back passage that led from his expansive private bedchamber to his specially constructed basement of pleasure and its elaborate rooms of varied themes. His soft kid-leather slippers made a gentle scrapping sound as they rubbed on the dappled grey stone steps. While he descended the steeply inclined. He is tugging at my heart, pulling me into orbit. ‘Come away with me,’ he whispers, ‘I’ll protect you.’ I float out of my bed and slip out the window. Like a spirit I fly over the spider web of lights, my dear city now far below. Over rivers and mountains, deserts and plains, I soar. My love knows no earthly boundaries. I swim through the air, eyes on my lovely moon, calling out to me. ‘Come away with me,’ he whispers, ‘I’ll protect you.’ The cool smooth cadence of his voice washes over my. The best. Top floor. Great view. As it was the only 7th story building at the border of centre,overlooking all historic old Amsterdam.The room was small, about ten square meters.So I build a double bed as an entresol.Below a big couch, on top my main love-nest.Ballet had been her main hobby for a dozen yearswhen I met her. Second one was ballroom dancing.Her lady teacher was very good and experienced but already eighty years old. So only a few classes a week.Hence my blonde beauty practised a. The thought had already occurred to me that maybe the pickup had gone smoothly for once and they were already done – and if that was the case, that would make it something like 80% more likely that they planned on doing some & getting fucked up before they planned on heading back. Suddenly I remembered something Sara had said, like a day or maybe two before getting screwed half to death by J-Rock… Id probably do anything if I was high enough… Suddenly, all I could think about was those two, in.