Debbie strode out angrily, tits swinging, right onto the stage. She went over to the box and grabbed a feather in each hand. “I’ll get even with y...ou, you fucking cunt!” she said.Ms. Martin grabbed Debbie by the shoulder, “Hold on, hold on, hold on. You’ll get your chance,” she whispered in Debbie’s ear for a moment and then addressed the crowd, “Here’s what we’re gonna do. Each chair has a number on the back. Check your chairs ladies. Numbers one and two come up onto the stage.”Two ladies. This would give up 10 minutes or so to get ready for our show. The maid showed up just on cue, knocked on the door and slowly entered. I had Carol on the bed on all fours and I was pounding her from a standing position. We had set the scene for maximum exposure and impact. We were not disappointed. The maid had to round a corner to see us, so it took a few seconds before we came into view. I waited until I heard her gasp, then pulled out of Carol and turned towards her with my raging boner. "With a few conditions," I replied. "First, I will not put it above setting eight. The Sheik wanted it to be capable of being 'almost fatal' if he so desired. I don't want to test how close to 'almost' you can get. Secondly, you can only be on it for a few hours at the most. Thirdly, I will have to come down and check on you on a regular basis. And lastly, if I let you ride the pendulum, afterwards you will tell me the real reason why you are so upset." Put it on setting eight," she. That was either very good or very bad.“You saying I don’t need it to be perfect?”“It needs to be perfect.” Very bad then. “If you summon his soul into a body it doesn’t recognize, the results will be as horrific as you’ve guessed. The stuff of nightmares.”“God fucking damn it!” She buried her eyes in her palms and rubbed them against her skull, before looking back up at the crone. “I was going to look for a ritual that could maybe ... I don’t know, help somehow. Maybe get a piece of Julias.