"Hier, een handdoek, kom er maar uit!" zei hij streng terwijl hij de handdoek op de grond naast de houten ligzetel liet vallen. Jimmy droogde zichzelf... af terwijl zijn meester hem nauwlettend in de gaten hield. Wanneer hij klaar was kwam Ronny tot op enkele centimeters voor hem staan, nam de klamme handdoek van hem over en beval hem om op z'n handen en knieën in het gras te gaan zitten. Jimmy gehoorzaamde gedwee en zat al snel als een hondje in het gras. Zijn meester rolde de handdoek op en. He obliged me, nestling in behind me and sliding his wet cock easily in. Jennifer rubbed our bodies all over as we enjoyed a slow fuck striving to embed it all in our memories as deeply as possible before we faded back into real life. I closed my eyes, reaching back to grab Caines hips and pull him in as deep as he would go. The hot water on my head made me imagine that I was pressing Caine deep into my brain where I could keep him forever as my own. It was so surreal. His pulsing cock pulled. " She pulled me to her, but I was a bit reluctant. "Look," she said after seeing my reluctance. "I'll bet you a long, great blow job, playing with your come with my tongue and swallowing. Now, forget it and come here."I started writing a linear story when I arrived home that day, but it never went beyond page ten.We got to know each other far too well.But there's much more to that subject. After I gave up I told her so."My stories are linear," I argued. "Just not in time. They are a build-up, a. Where in the world these caves were, I had no idea, for no one would tell me.To settle my nerves, I let my eyes wander along the designs drawn on Hashim’s skin by whatever deranged tattoo artist the cult employed to decorate their bodies. Futile though I knew it to be, I attempted to memorise the paths they took, looked away at one of the torches mounted on the wall, then back at his arm.No matter how hard I tried, I could not figure out the key to the optical illusion that made the markings.