Then, he put away his scissors, hugged me tightly and started tasting my right boob and nipple. This time, he was not using his teeth. (In his mouth, ... felt his tongue nibbling against and around my nipple). He licked over my nipple over and over again and while sucking it, pulled his head back until my nipple came off, and did it again and again. I was looking at him with utter disgust towards him, and I turned my head away when he started doing the same to my other boob and nipple.– you do. I begin to get up and get my boots when, those hands, those striking hands gently lay me back down and I hear the whisper of Latin again. What? What are you saying? I plead as I relax into the pillows he has placed behind me. Then those hands begin the task of unbuttoning my dress bodice. Agile fingers make short work of thirty-two pearl buttons holding the front of my grey dress together. Nimble hands unlace my corset as I lay breathing a little deeper as each stay is loosed. Latin words flow. My final gate is open and my rectum, my deepest inner sanctum is his for the taking. He slowly pushes forward, and I watch in awe as obscene piece of meat slides into me- inch by painstaking inch. He slowly pulls out, until just the head is in. Standard procedure, I think as he begins pushing it back in. Again he pulls out, and I can feel his veins tracing along the innermost walls of my once-again penetrated cavity.He tenses his arms and starts pushing again, and my eyes water with the searing. It was apparently the case that days passed seemingly normally but other aspects of the passage of time were out of kilter. The German crew had arrived decades before me yet I had disappeared from normal time fifty years before they were even born. The unfortunate Captain had arrived hours before me too yet after the Germans, having been in real time a hundred years after I would probably have died of old age. I knew there were more interesting quirks yet to be discovered and I wanted to know.