"Is it just me, or is someone missing?" he asked."Aye," Hudson said. "Argent has slept in late it seems." Maybe he left early tonight, to go visit Del...lah," Angela said as she moved towards Broadway.Goliath looked concerned. "Perhaps, but he would have left word if he were leaving for the Labyrinth. I'll check with Owen."While Goliath went to search for Owen, the rest went about their task of preparing breakfast. Before the meal was finished, two familiar figures of Delilah and Tammy entered. We synchronised our actions while each of us either accelerated the sensations our fingers gave us or eased back a little without being obvious to avoid the inevitably mis-synchronised orgasms.I was in her thrall and as our panting grew louder and the sound of our juices escalated, she just gave a little nod of her head and we tumbled into that place where time stops still, the brain (sorry, hypothalamus) doesn’t quite know what’s going on, and wave after wave of sheer pleasure bounces from. As he saw the door explode outwards and the man come racing outside, he watched for a moment before he saw the female in question he desired come racing outside followed closely by another."Maybe she's finally tired of him and was giving him a sporting chance to get away before she killed him?" thought the young man with hopeful glee.Racing after the group he wanted to see how the kill went.Kat stopped to catch her breath after having lost the two of them long ago in the darkened night. She. The hot, brightly lit room was a an actual torture chamber. This couldn’t be she thought. Not in this day and age. All the soldiers and prisoners were drenched in sweat and gasping for breathe; the former from flailing at the prisoners and the latter from fear and pain. Wet spots were everywhere on the rough cement floor—pools of sweat and urine. One pitiful prisoner crawled on his raw hands and knees using several towels to sop up the assortment of liquids while a small female soldier lashed.