The hood was removed but this time the straps at my neck and forehead were replaced straight away. Photos were taken and there was lots more talking. ...inally I was wheeled along a corridor and into a room with bars more people spoke and something hit the bars. A door was opened and I was wheeled into a large cell then the door was shut and locked again. All I could do is stare at the ceiling. I closed my eyes but opened them when I heard noises to see I was surrounded by seven men in orange. The room was double volume – cavernous in fact with a coloured glass lantern light in the ornate ceiling above- the top half of the room and the ceiling were painted wedgewood green with gold filigree vines frescoed in a fringe around the cornice – from countertop to dado ran a polished mirror the full length of 3 walls, reflecting both the coloured glass of the lantern and the festoon of light from 3 brass chandeliers. The centre of the room had a waiting island of back-to back leather. This prick wasn’t James’ puny little four-incher. Mary held the monster. John nestled beside her, grabbed the shaft, too, and joined her stroking. She pointed the glans at him. She needed him to take it, too, to share…to protect her. She needed him to do this together with her, there was no other way. He opened his mouth, tongue laid over his lower lip like she had done. She guided the cock onto his tongue, stroking, watching and smiling with relief as he tasted the underside and then. She had gotten good at this: There were many thoughts she was pushing away these days. Thoughts that did not befit a queen. Thoughts that brought complications to something that should be clear and obvious. This was no time for this type of concern. What she was doing was nothing more than her natural privilege as queen. She would go on like this, every night from now on, the queen decided. There were many good looking young men in Leskow, and she would play with each and every one of them..