"Good!" declared Seamus. "She's still usable." At that, he and his third friend lifted me up and carried me to a small table in the den. Laying me out...on my back, the table was perfect for their purposes, with my legs dangling over one end, and my head dropping backwards over the other end, allowing for the **** of my silenced mouth from the opposite angle. I was frankly surprised when Seamus directed the other boy to possess my lips, tongue and throat, while he lifted my legs and began fucking. Detective Nick Saint, superhero, had stood just feet away from him. He could have shot him. He could have jumped down from the tree and used the knife on him. But that wasn't part of the game. It would have been too easy, too quick. The bastard deserved to suffer. The game must be finished.He walked towards the house, not worrying about being seen. He could see inside the house, see through the window as they stood kissing. He watched as they walked into the bedroom. He watched and he stood. One rare occasion we both had a night off at the same time and Bill invited me for a drink at his local pub in Hornsey, North London not too far from where I then lived. I was surprised my wife Sarah let me join him, but guess she thought I needed a break from the norm. It hadn,t taken all that many beers to get Bill to open up. He had no good words for his wife Julie, but truly loved Ellie. “You know a few months ago when we had thatbterrible electrical storm” he began. “It was only a few. Bond thought to himself, "HER! Why am I thinking of Reena as a "her"? Get a hold of yourself Jimmy boy! That's a guy. With a cock. And he's gonna stick it right in my mouth!" And yet when he looked up to see Reena's face, all he could think of was that he was a she. The beautiful woman he had previously met. "No, she has to be a plant. She is not divulging to the others that she knows English. She has some plan for me that is hopefully better than death."Bond knew he had to act the right away..