His mind still dwells on the nightmare he witnessed, of the wild, excitedly grunting beast and his wife locked nakedly together on the bed, and his ow... crazed reaction... or of the long, grim trek back from the Manor house, across the moors to the first town, Snowston... or of that first, unnamed pub in which he stopped to collect his thoughts and found that it was easier to keep on drinking than to think.The patrons of Manny's or the Iron Key or Proud Mary or the other bars along the boulevard. But now I was facing teaching young adults for a pittance of the going rate or quitting without gaining any reward for my previous years of work. It was that frustration that led me to be so late to my morning lecture. I’d arrived at the car park on time for my two-hour 9am lecture on Monday mornings, but from experience I knew there would be no point arriving early. I watched the numbers tick to 9:10 before I could summon the will to face another day and finally trudged into the building. What. .”“But she killed Metzendorf...”“Did you know that Eloise’s nick name in the Organisation is The Angel of Death? She assassinates those who have transgressed the Organisation’s rules. Metzendorf, a man whom I never met but sounds like the sort of fellow who needed assassinating, was lining his pockets at the expense of the Organisation. Eloise was sent to – what is the quaint term your friend Sir Boris Crossley uses – ah yes, ‘box’. Eloise was sent to England to ‘box’ Metzendorf.”I was. His cock twitched in time with the pulse of blood which fed his tool. Tracy could see a drop of white precum at the tip. She was sure this monster prick would stretch her to her limits. The man was eager to take this woman, he spat into his hand and lubricated the end of his prick then without any ceremony he aimed at the centre of her soft flesh and lunged forward. Her pussy was resistant as the folds of her labia resisted parting, but he was strong and persistent and after a second or two her.