This cycle continued for a week. I would wake up, have sex with Sophia who was putting up increasingly less resistance each day, and then shower. She ...wouldn't speak to me until lunchtime and then we would talk, and do errands on the farm. She would relax, be happy until the following morning.My aunt was good friends with the school mistress in the village centre and arranged for her to help look after the kids each day. There are over thirty children of all ages and it is a lot for just one. ’ Of all of us, Judy Dildo was the one most likely to agree with Polly Tarantella’s thesis that Crystal Passion was the victim of a grand conspiracy. Most of us blamed our misfortune more on the outcome of a series of unfortunate events. And this is ironic given that Polly portrays Judy as the pantomime villain of the tour. She seems to assume that every slight, every setback, every cancelled gig, police harassment and negative press article was all part of a grand scheme whose sole purpose. It was late night in June. I got thirsty and went to kitchen to fetch water. While passing Merina’s room I saw light coming out and little sound. I peeked into the room from the large key hole. The lights were on and my nanad Marina and nandoi Shamim were preparing for a fuck.Marina was nude on her bed and Shamim was sitting near her. Shamim was rubbing her breasts in slow moves. I was frozen at the door while looking all those. Then Marina whispered to Shamim, “Are you going to keep rubbing. She had been carved as if on a bed with her legs spread to accept her lover. Her arms were clasped behind her head. Her erect nipples pointed at the dome of the ceiling. The carved bed had an unusual feature. At its edge there was a gutter running across the floor to a hole in the wall. Outside, only visible from the top of the tower if you leaned over dangerously, the gutter ended in a gargoyle carved as an erect penis with balls. Water poured into the gutter would spout from the penis falling.