So I slowly inserted my hardened appendage further up her ass. All over sudden, Kristen let out an involuntary fart, a strained moan coming out of her...mouth in the process. I could feel the heat of the windy fart on my shaft and my crotch. Like clockwork, she immediately gripped my dick with her asshole once again.I extended my hands to where she was gripping the counter. I placed my hands on top of hers, clasping my fingers around hers as I also gripped the edges of the counter. I pressed my. .. do it, for God's sake!" she pleaded back at him, forgetting all of her vows to resist and not be conquered by his foul beast's lewd manipulations, trying now to twist her neck so that she could watch his maddening hands working back there at her crotch between her wide-spread thighs."Do what ma chere?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at her lust-contorted face as she gaped helplessly and near glassy- eyed back at the continual growing of his massive, rock-hard cock."Oh, damn you.... The highlight of her days was watching some anonymous bloke working out in his apartment, and praying he wasn't going away like everyone else.It was only because she liked to lie in the evening with the curtains open that she knew about him. Her mother had turned out the lights "so no pervert can look in". Oh, dear, if only she knew!He certainly liked his fitness. Hell, she liked it too — she'd watched him working out often enough in the past few weeks. Watched the muscles clench and relax,. “The Circle of Lust, isn’t it?”“Yes. The second circle, an endless, warm, wet whirlwind.”I had another thought as we reached the door.“Isn’t one of the souls writhing in torment in that whirlwind for all eternity supposed to be Helen of Troy?”“Yeeees.” Lucinda replied, drawing the word out so that she seemed to be pronouncing it with four Es. Although she was leading me and walking about two steps ahead, I thought I could hear her lips creaking into that smile again. “And how is La Contessa.