Delicately detailed lifelike oil paintings adorned each wall: previous Castigators and Arch-ministers, Procrastinator Militants and Patriarchs, noble ...supporter families of the Castigator. Every important person that was notably recorded in the zealously well-maintained history books was to be found here in the form of awe inspiring portraits, paintings and sculptures from the most talented artists of each generation from around the lands.The mass of people was still flowing slowly but steadily. She took me in a hug and we kissed again. She layed me down on the lounger and ran her hands down my body. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" I asked.Danielle looked at me with a grin. "I know, I know, the girl is supposed to say that, right? But I couldn't help it. Somehow it would make it seem ok what we were doing if she just said yes." Don't you want to? I need something to get my mind off of my problems," Jess said in a particulary sexy voice. "Fine by me," I said cooly, hoping to redeem. Mandy stepped back and slowly slid her dress down over her shoulders until it dropped to the floor. Standing before me was a young woman who's animal desires were about to be fullfilled and she was ready to experience it all.Mandy unzipped my pants and they dropped to the floor as my cock stood straight towards the ceiling, her cold little hands now gripped the shaft of my cock as she slowly stroked it. I took off my shirt and I began to move my hand towards her pussy and I could feel the. ‘So how ya feelin?’ asked Franks. ‘I’m fine, Sarah’s a bit shook up though.’ Chris noticed Franks eyebrow lift up. ‘The girl I was with yesterday.’ ‘Well imagine her surprise when not only did people start shooting, but you ran after them and managed to kill all but one by yourself.’ Franks stopped talking as the waitress brought their burgers to them and waited until she left to start in again. ‘We were all impressed Chris even the Feds. I know Harris gave you the third degree, but the FBI is.