That was horribly true, I knew. However, more appeared...."NUUUUAAARRRGH! AAAAAHHHH! OOOORRGH, HHHOOOOOOO!"She was yelling out loud in pain and indign...ation. I saw her nude, cuffed and hung by her wrists from the ceiling of a bare unfriendly room, one light bulb starkly showing the scene. She was balancing on tiptoes and screaming, as the harsh sound of a whipcrack, and another, split the air. That greasy young guy from the market stalls was peeking in from outside the barred windows, his face. "Hey, Cartwright! What's the scored?" we both stopped, wide eyed as we heard the front door slam and our roommate, Kain, call out from the common-room. I put my finger to my lips and Cartwright nodded, as he resumed my blow job. "Cartwright?" he called outside of Cartwright's room. "Will?" he called out. We ignored him and Cartwright kept on pleasuring me; perfectly. "Where is everyone?" I heard and saw the doorknob turn, but it was too late. "Will! Have you seen-" Cartwright started, and. “Give her all that yummy cum.”I wanted that. I wanted that so badly. I sucked and bobbed my mouth. I probed my digits so deep into my pussy then pumped them in and out of me. I fingered my cunt like Clint fucked it. I shuddered, pleasure spilling through me. My heart thudded in my chest. My blood boiled.Clint groaned, staring down at me with those dark, possessive eyes. I stared up at him as the pleasure grew and grew in his face. He groaned. I could feel it quivering through him. His pleasure. A screeching of tires on wet pavement, honking horns, and shouted curses greeted his decision as he turned around and headed for his priestess' house on the edge of Cathrach Dorcha. Behind that house was the grove that had been cared for since the founders of the city landed. The Catholics and Anglicans had followed, but the druids were still the power brokers of the city and the grove was the center of that power. Protected by magic and well-paid for federal laws, the grove was several acres.