I growled, "Kiss me, cunt, and make it convincing, it may save your life!" Maria did just that. She purred, "No man has ever made me feel like you do,... Saud!" She laid a lip lock on me like none I had experienced in years. Our tongues danced the tango, then a waltz, then a classic fandango. She was Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire! Yes, psychopaths and sexual predators like me watch the old movies too.I had a thought there should be a law against snuffing beautiful little cunts like Maria for a. They seemed to get on very well together, as if they had known each other from years ago, perhaps thought Rachel they went to school together and played football or some similar game together. She went to the bar in the corner of the room and offered to get them all a drink. She mixed up the cocktails while the men carried on talking, they were joking about something that had happed during the day. They all relaxed into the leather chairs Edward had purchased from somewhere in Africa. Rachel. They might have to postpone that test firing of the new, larger cannon. Liuz was almost glad of that. First tests tended to be ... more exciting than he liked.Glancing up at the prototype semaphore tower, he saw nobody up there yet. He sighed. Someone had to check and see if there were any messages from the King. He made his way up the wooden stairs circling the tower. He had been nervous when his sister had proposed a replacement for His Grace's flag system. After all, it worked, and, well,. .I suddenly realised that she could be in the house somewhere, and if my parents found her we were fucked.I mean, seriously fucked.Rolling out of bed, I grasped at my trousers, cast aside at the end of the bed - vaguely I remembered pushing them off, climbing on top of Ali - Shit Dave, stop, just move - still slightly damp from our midnight adventures, but I pulled them on anyway, tripping over myself, before I caught sight of the scrawled note on the pillow. It suddenly hit me that I had never.