A few stages were built, a few more in various stages of construction. Artists practiced their daring feats, musicians tuned their instruments and a m...instrel rehearsed his song. Notabir was preparing for the festivities.A fountain stood in the middle of the marketplace. Four fish heads spit water into a stone basin from a pillar in its center. Ayphera had taken seat on the border of the basin and had been watching the activities on the market. Now she was watching Roban’s approach. She wore a. The first, taller cloaked figure stood in the centre of the room and waited for something. One of the other figures placed a tray on the desk and then closed the curtains on my window that until now had been tied back. This figure sat at the desk and prepared the papers, ink and quill to write something or take notes I presumed. The other of the secondary cloaked figures placed a folding chair that they were carrying near the desk. They took the other chair that they were carrying and placed. ”And then I started pumping deep inside her pussy.And she was ” oh fuck fuck fuck fuck ,,, oh yessss. Aaahhh ,,,,,,, roooohittt ,,, ahhhh ,,,,,, yess . ,,,, I lovee you. Fuckkk ,,,,,,, ahhhh, aaah aaah aaaah aaaag . ….I started pumping faster with ever stroke . I groped her boobs and was squeezing them while fucking her pussy .The room was filled with noises of sex .“Thap thap thap thap . ,,, ahhh ritu ,,,ahhh rohitt ,,,,,, oh yesss ,,,,,,, ahhhh thap thap thap thap,,,,,”And then I lifted her. “Marcy do you need another key or do you have your key from before?” I asked.“I still have it Daddy,” she said.“Good then I’ll see you after work.” Since I had already paid the copay, for the rehab, Marcy could go right after I settled the final hundred dollar bill for half a dozen Tylenol tablets.After I returned home to load the trailer I drove to the soup kitchen to load Maxwell. Maxwell was a seventy year old functioning alcoholic. He was one of the men hanging out at the kitchen after.