I felt such a reverence of my own for someone who felt so passionately. I let my smile turn into an invitation, as he stopped speaking. The look he ga...ve me was a familiar one. It was barely contained desire that looked out at me. I smiled even brighter. I felt my cheeks burn, and he moved himself toward me as I sat on the bed. He knelt down, and looked up at me. Again, our lips came together. Our tongues pushed and slid against each other, taking on a life of their own. The desire between us. "So tell me, what was that all about?" Adam said, mildly curious about his wife's disclosure."She's really a virgin. Brad and Joan have never... I can't emphasize the word enough. They've never consummated their marriage." I can't believe it. She's a knockout. What's wrong with..." he paused, and a strange expression crossed his face."What is it?" Jill asked with concern."He's queer. Damn it, he's got to be queer!" Adam walked over and sat down on the couch, not quite believing his own. The bathroom was the most impressive part of the deal. Apparently Sigfried could do some detailed work with whatever he used to remove solid rock. We had a long vanity made entirely from rock and the top and face bowls were all polished granite.There were three long and wide bathtubs, one giant hot tub, and four shower stalls made the same way and I even had a polished granite urinal along with four granite shitters. All the plumbing was already in place and working, but the odd part was no. Kateryna was very pretty, with shoulder length black hair, smooth skin and big brown eyes. Anastasiia was blonde, skinny and did her best to avoid the final preparations for hanging.The Azov officer in charge of the execution, was young, blond and arrogant, a real Aryan jerk with an attitude to match. His assistant, an Azov soldier carried a camera with him, snapping several pictures of the girls, offering them a wicked smile, before pointing at the gallows. It’s a wrong day to die, Liudmyla.