The Gun Sergeant was still with them. He'd recovered from his bout of concussion and had sought out his old crew. Regretfully, he told them, the young... lad, de Castries son, hadn't made it. He'd died that evening. Father and son together, this was a filthy war, Benin thought.She wondered every night about John Greenhaugh. Had he been shot down? Or maybe waiting to be evacuated with the other foreigners in Barcelona? She knew it was the latter. She refused to believe that a big, confident man. “I dare you to take me to your bedroom and have your way with me!”Adrian lifted himself and Briana out of the water in one effortless motion, carried her out of the hot tub, and walked her to his bedroom. Every step wiggled his cock inside her. She moaned and kissed his neck as he softly bounced her toward another orgasm.Once in his bedroom, he laid Briana in the center of his mattress and pressed his hips to hers. She cried out in excitement and wrapped her legs around his hips as he began. With one final downward beat, Jee-Sung stopped, her chest heaving, her breath ragged, and she ripped her lips from mine "Now fuck me" She said, the ferocity and excitement of her voice turning me on ever more. This was the signal i had waited for. I grabbed her, one hand on her hips, the other wrapped in her hair, and i pulled her back into a kiss as began to pound myself into her, all control lost, all measure of time forgotten, all the energy in my body, all the focus, devoted to the single. Catherine closed her eyes, but the sudden collective sigh of the audience prompted her to open them. The stump of Shazira’s left arm was already covered, bleeding profusely through a gauze cloth. She and her severed hand were immediately taken from the hall in opposite directions. The swordsman solemnly departed behind them.***No sooner had Shazira been whisked from the room than the next woman’s punishment commenced; the one to Catherine’s left.A bearded and heavily built man.