It was a spectacular sight and nobody except us there since it was during the week. It gave me a great idea..Two days later when I was sure everyone i...s tired and lazy enough NOT to climb to the fort I got some lite clothes on me and went by myself to the fort. I took some food with me and said I'll be back late in the evening (it's a safe area so no probs there). After quite a walk I reached the fort and ate something. I enjoyed the view for a bit and decided it's time for action.First I. "Take us to a restaurant please." You got it. Hop in."They hopped, the doors closed and they were off."Da best jernt in town," said the cabbie, stopping in front of an elaborately decorated façade in mid-block with the name 'Metropole' in Art Deco style lettering."How do we pay you?" Rae asked as they alighted onto a real cement sidewalk."S'on da house. See youse layta," was the reply. The doors closed and the taxi sped away.A doorman simulacrum ushered them into an Art Deco foyer, where a. She didn’t have much time to settle before he started to aggressively face-fuck her. His cock tasted bitter and salty, as if he’d just arrived after a hard-days labour. Almost as soon as it had started, she felt him tense and groan and he unloaded into her throat. There wasn’t a lot of cum; ‘thank God’ she thought as she swallowed what she could. The clock read 1936………..The blonde man pulled his cock from her mouth and struggled off the bed. He picked up her panties and wiped himself on them. She’d had a picture book of the story and the accompanying illustration of the pretty girl lying cold and white waiting for her Prince Charming had imprinted itself on her sexual consciousness as these early influences are wont to do. But, in Wendy’s case, Snow White didn’t wake up, but remained in her suspended allure forever.The bedroom was alit with at least a dozen flickering candles. On the CD player, a classical piece was playing softly. Wendy was lying in the middle of the bed, dressed.