The interior lighting was at this hour soft and subdued but Icould still see every surface had a highly polished gleam. The thoughtoccurred to me that... it would take a lot of hard work to maintain thisplace to such high standard. There was a desk just inside the frontdoor. It was occupied by a solitary female guard who looked up as weentered. She was dressed in the same fashion as our escort. Whiteblouse, black skirt and stockings. Footwear was a medium heel 3 inchcourt shoe. The woman spoke to. Slowly I dismounted from her, just in time to see a trickle of our combined cums leaking from her pussy. That looked too tasty, so I dived face first back into her pussy, spearing my tongue into our creams.“Fuck you’re a nasty one ... but I love it” she moaned pushing her pussy into my face again.We lay exhausted side by side on my wrecked bed, a huge wet spot where her pussy had leaked profusely, talking about the family that would be shocked to see us this way.“Tess, is going to be so. "That, Monsieur le Ange, is a truth that I know only too well, and, it is a truth I shall not ever forget. But, how can I help her? I know not what she has done..."Madame Giry interrupted Erik's words and spoke in a serious voice."I know what the Opera Ghost has done. I will help her to remember. I owe it to her and to you, Gustave. I am so sorry I did not keep my promise and watch over her better."The young man's smile this time reached his eyes."Antoinette, you should not take yourself to. They both dressed in simple woven pants and blouses that looked faded and well worn with lots of pockets. He tried on several pairs of soft soled shoes, which were really moccasins, until he found a pair that fit. Then she led him into a corridor that was crowded with people, most of them thin and sinewy."Follow behind me and don't lose a step, even for an instant," Kay said.Ferro asked a question but didn't get a response. Most of the people weren't curious about the stranger in their midst.