I could see them adjusting their cock's in thier jeans as we moved around the floor. From the looks Liz was giving them she was taking notice too. Kev...n was the first to cut in on our dancing and I took the clue and sat down while he took over dancing with Liz. After a few minutes of dancing he moved in closer as the music slowed down and soon they were up tight to each other slow dancing in front of Tony and me. Soon enough Kevin's hands were roaming closer and closer to Liz's ass. He looked. “Please?” Again, I aggressively drove myself into her, hearing the pleasing squelch from between her legs, then again, and again. Faster and faster. “You bastard. Cum. You. Me. For me. You... mmmmmm.” Her words were a jumbled mess and unintelligible as she began to sob.Howling as her body spasmed in my arms, “Cummmmmming. I’m cummmmmmming.” Outside I could hear whispered laughter, and a torch beam danced around the stained walls and ceiling of the caravan, casting shadows as it searched.Hands. I dare to call him again by his name. “You are not shadow to me, Acou, and I am sad that you will not be with me now,” I say. “But you are right that I must go to Kitik. If you are here when he and I return, I will swim with you again. We will swim with you.”“Perhaps I will be here,” he says. “For a time I will stay nearby. If you come back I may be near and find you.”“‘If I come back?’” I repeat his speech. “Do you think I may not come back?”“I do not know,” he says. “You go now to the home of. As they made their way into the palace, Justin saw a tall confident man with long hair, braided to crown his head and a flowing beard. Justin knew who that was. It was the historian Strabo. ‘I have an idea,’ Justin whispered to Isis. Justin suggested that he could pretend to be a servant sent to serve Strabo, who was well regarded in the palace, and to be Strabo’s connection to Cleopatra. Iras could help Justin fit in and answer his palace related question and also help Strabo get access to.