The servants did it. They must have. They contacted the coven and the performed the rite giving my body over to him. The thrust fell upon me again in ...he cell at the mad house. My world went black. I was cold ungodly cold. There was movement in me but I was not in control of it. I was in the earth dirk in my dry eyes worms had dug into me finding flesh to feed upon. Again I was Asenath but she had been dead now three months and a half. Fear and madness helped me burst from the small grave I had. He played with her clit till he saw it swell and knew he could make her cum. He wanted to see her pussy cum on his fingers so he continued to rub and feel it. Just as she was to cum he started to lick her now puffed clit. As he sucked her clit she came hard against his face. Oral sex was for the pleasure of the male only. Women were to be used and bred. Watching her pussy pulse made him hard again. He placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He spread her legs and entered her fast and. But the difference was -I was a bit shy, he wasn’t, he was as confident as he is when he defends his clients in the courtroom– he is a lawyer.He got onto the bed and leaned closer to me. He complemented at my looks. He expressed in his deep romantic voice how beautiful I looked in my favorite dress– my red silk saree.He didn’t care to switch on the air conditioner. Even the fan was off. That was his choice.I had least to do with the AC and the fan, the Indian summer seemed insignificant at this. The one thing the men were pleased to see, was the cloudy sky, covering a crescent moon that would shed little light to their deeds. Fate might yet play a hand they could win tonight. At forty feet in length and ten feet in the beam, the birlinn was the master of the seas, able to hold up to forty battle-ready men. The larch wood hull was laid over oak ribs, making it light, yet extremely durable. A coating of charred ash had been rubbed over the light brown of the wood, taking away the sheen.