The room was small and dark with dim lighting from a small window. The dank musty smell began to succumb to her as the door abruptly opened; a heavily...armor-clad man quickly entered. Jonna stood frozen in the corner of the room, watching as the man shook out his honey brown hair before advancing towards a cabinet. Having not noticed her, he squatted down to the lowest cabinet and drew out a silver metal helmet.Jonna sharply drew in a breath, he was a convict! A gladiator who was to fight in. It surrounded him, choking and blinding him. He was nauseated, his stomach heaving as if to vomit all it held, but his throat was choked shut. His bile rose and burned like the fires of Hell but he could expell nothing.Bishop Cruxton flailed wildly and fell unconscious on the steps, his head striking the edge of the stone to open a terrible wound on his bald pate. Cameras recorded every moment of his 'fainting spell' as his assistant later labeled it. Tape recorders caught his shrieking words. Jane started her panting in harmony with my thrusts and we kept this up for some while.As I said earlier, Jane was usually quite quiet while having sex, often because of the close proximity of other people. This was completely different as she took control, demanding deeper or faster or slower again interspersed with squeals, grunts and sometimes almost howls. This was even more exciting for me and glancing over I could see Ned’s cock, still covered with a glistening sheen from earlier,. You're-" You're really funny aren't you? Well, do you want me or not? Because I can just go get dressed up and-"I cut her off with a kiss, rushing to her and holding her in my arms. She dropped her towel and clung to me as we made out intensely. Here was the girl of my dreams, naked before me and giving me a really REALLY hard problem to deal with - if you know what I mean. I had to take the chance and rush her with what little courage I had, but luckily she went with it well. I felt her tongue.