She knew that this was a reward for displaying the kind of behavior he desired. She closed her eyes and let him stroke her, knowing he wouldn’t allo... her to cum, but wanting it so badly.Something on the television caught his attention and his hand stopped, but still she sat with her legs spread, waiting. It seemed like it took forever for him to find something that he deemed worth watching and settled on a late night talk show. Her body was slowly feeling less and less aroused when he began to. Our stadium would be greatly blessed by your presence.”“Sounds like fun, count me in.”The offer was planned but with the façade on spontaneity. They were currently passing by a full-sized replica of the Roman Coliseum, and its purpose was the same. Red Revelries were circuses of violence, a sort of holiday for the collaborators where they could gather in the arena and watch slaves fight to the death in gladiatorial battles. They were done every few months, never on the same day, more a spur of. .."Desperately, Lenny tried to bring the words into her memory, into clear focus in the edges of her mind. They would not come, however, everything was mixed up with the ugly control board blinking red lights and visions of gypsy queens flaunting their bodies with an almost holy abandon."What?" she asked suddenly, realizing that not a single word from Cubbings' mouth had entered her tormented skull. "What did you say, Cubbie?"Harold Cubbings tried to look as out-of-patience as he possibly. The rest of the time, she’d been masturbating.It had been fun, Heather was forced to admit. It was so unlike her - she’d always had a strong sex-drive, but she never had time to indulge herself like that.Yes, that was it. It was an indulgence. And when was the last time she’d had one of those? She’d been battling with guilt all morning - she’d promised her neighbor that she’d pop around and help out with her garden, she’d taken some work home with her over the weekend, and her house was a.