”The next flight of stairs beckoned, and we moved cautiously up them towards another door. This door opened into a storeroom of ecclesiastical bric-a-brac; candlesticks, offertory boxes, lecterns, and worn, moth eaten, hassocks.Truman and I made a thorough search of the room but found no sign of Hutton or Titmus. The stairs made an angle of 90 degrees before we reached the next door, and as we rounded the bend we saw the body of Captain Hutton lying in front of the door.His sword was in his scabbard, his pistol in his belt, and his throat had been cut. It was obvious he had been attacked from the rear and given no chance to defend himself. I turned the door handle, the lock moved but the door refused to open.“Bolted from inside,” I said. “Whoever killed Captain Hutton is probably in the room.”Truman nodded. “Aye, and with a good view of the dais, and all those sitting there. Like ducks on a pond.”I pondered that statement. If, as I believed, Erzählenmann was the suspicious. Will you change? He asked in my ear. It took me a moment to process what he meant but I was able to nod yes. Say it. He said sliding his fingers out of me and withholding them. Yes, I moaned softly. Ill…change. He smiled and pressed his fingers back inside of me adding another one as reward for my obedience. My hips moved slightly, in-sync with his hand. I was holding tightly to his t-shirt for support moaning softly over his shoulder. Are you going to come? He asked using one hand to gently smooth over my hair while his other hand continued to roughly fill me between my thighs. Ye…yes. I said between gentle erratic breaths. He pulled out his fingers and spun me around bending me over the table. I felt my pussy flood and grow heavy at the erotic and vulnerable position I was in. I heard his zipper slide and felt my skirt being bunched up around my hips. I turned my head slightly and watched as he pulled his stiff cock out of his boxer shorts and massage it in a fist. He bent his.
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