.. and despite my entreaties, he’s choosing death. Worse, it might mean death for both of us. For should he persist, I would fain die at his side, f...cing even the terror of the Cursed Ones. But if that path is denied me, and the King — as is likely upon his return — also abandons me, I shall decay in this inertial prison, watching my bound and rejected spirit wither away into nothingness. Even death while doing some worthy deed or achieving some noble end would be preferable to the intolerable. Claire, Katie, and Me, just looked at each other in a sort of stunned amazement ! Christine reached into her travelling box of tricks and brought out a small carton. It contained cards and dice.Chris explained the rules and we started the game. I'd never heard of it but we rolled the dice and it was Katie who went first. She rolled a 4. “pick the first card and read number 4” Chris said.“Massage the persons breast or chest on your right” Katie read out. My eyes widened. It was Claire to her. "Motherfuck us all you want, but if you raise your voice above the music and disturb our neighbors all this will be filmed and sent to your wife and co workers. Yeah pig, we found out you're married. So, relax and enjoy it...I know we will."I had to hand it to her, diplomacy was always her strong suit. The pig just glared at us for a moment as his throbbing balls ached. I plucked them again when I figured the pain was subsiding and chuckled as his cursing became more vicious but quieted. I kept. She had noticed the prominent bulge in the colonel's trousers and could feel thegrowing wetness between her own thighs.Anna Perez's fingers skimmed the tortured labia once more. 'Oh, that's soooosore, isn't it? Let's start by soothing it for you...' The lieutenant picked upthe bottle, dripping a thin trickle of oil onto the red weeping skin of thetortured student's sex mound before starting to rub it into the puffy tissues ofher labia. The colonel listened and watched eagerly as the outraged.