The look on Adrian’s face was one of annoyance and shock. He looked back down at me. His erection completely gone now. He cussed as he untied me and... sat me up on his bed. He threatened to kill my father and make my life a living hell if I spoke. In return, he would leave me alone. He mentioned how I was the only one who wanted to run from him. Each of the women on his wall were willing participants in his sick games. I turned back to the photos on his wall. Their eyes all said they were into. Everyone was trying their best to seem to be as English and proper as possible again.That night, in the middle of the night, I had difficulty sleeping. Eliza was sleeping in our wigwam with us for protection, a selection of the sharpest knifes and my hammers hidden all around us in easy-to-grab places. It amazed me that the ladies and children slept at all; I couldn’t. I lay there, knowing I had to do something. I wasn’t sure what, but I had to kill the lot of them. Violence was so much easier. Sometimes I would suck it depending on my mood. Reading erotica helped rejuvenate him, and we would make love again.Tonight’s story was about a governess that took charge of the sex education of the very young son of a Duke and Duchess. Ed’s cock was hard, and he was aroused and ready for sex. He set the book aside and asked me, “Would you do a boy that young if you had a chance?”I laughed, “I do it every time I read that book, but only in my fantasies, Ed.”“Seriously, Pat, did you ever think. He finally found a couple that was looking to explore with another woman. They were a married couple looking for something exciting. He spoke mostly to a woman named Maggie. Peter had said she was a stone butch and her wife was a lipstick lesbian. Peter made all the arrangements. Peter booked a suite at the Sheridan hotel. He made sure the room had a hot tub. I was a little upset that Peter was whoring me out. I knew it excited him, but I just wanted to have sex with the neighbor that one.