I was so caught up in the scene that I failed to sense the presence of a man standing above me and directly to my left. As men go, he was the most enigmatic of those Id been subject to inside the labyrinth. In fact, I cannot recall the mans face at all. I know only that he had powerful hands, a wonderfully deep voice and a hard body, highlighted by a prick that seemed to go on foreverlike being f****d by some mysterious entity capable of invading a woman deeper than any mere human. Common sense would tell me that he is as flesh and blood as anyone inside this place of secrets, but a fertile imagination tells me otherwise. Too many times has he invaded my space, taken up residence in my body with startling command and after using it for his own satisfaction, walked away as if hed just d
