From what the Shields told me later, it wouldn’t have mattered if he’d had the crystals here to hand over. Mother and daughter had both been raped...and brutalised long before he was even given the ransom note.”“I’m still not sure what Prince Byron truly wanted from this house. I believe the crystals were an excuse. He wanted access to the safe. He and his men ransacked the place and took four days to do it. They left me tied up for days, and I’d have died if Shield-Captain Smith, who was. Before I took those off, I went over to sit on his lap, lightly brushing his obvious bulge with my hand. I put my arms around his neck and he kissed me, his warm tongue dancing with mine for just a brief moment. "Once we do this we aren't going back, I hope you're OK with this," he whispered. Face to face I replied, "right now, there's nothing I want more than for you to fuck me, so shut up and get a move on." He chuckled and his hands made his way down my back and to my arse, giving my cheeks. The smell of the chemicals is bad enough, but because the door has to be sealed shut to keep out the light, it gets muggy and humid and uncomfortable as hell, especially from late spring to early fall.I was used to doing my business in there standing just in my slippers and jockey shorts. Even then the sweat would pour off my body. I kept a towel hanging on the back wall just to wipe myself off from time to time.As each roll came out of the developer I inspected it. I liked what I saw. Even. .. explore. I have heard some womenhave trouble getting an orgasm, and now I could see why. I felt around mycrotch but although it was mildly pleasant, there was none of the instantstimulation I got from stroking my penis. After a few minutes I gave up infrustration. Well that's another reason I'm glad I'm not like this forlife, I sighed.I got out, and dried off. I worked out how to wrap the towel around me"girl style" so it covered me from the breasts down, and returned to mybedroom. I put on.