Tom stepped out of the circle to do something about the heat, smoke and strong smell of incense. They were all perspiring, but not aware of their discomfort while their attention was fixed on the scene at center-stage. Rather than open the transom over the front door, which would risk having someone on the street hear or possibly see what was happening, Tom decided to open the skylight that took up a eight-by-eight foot area in the center of the store's ceiling. He had difficulty finding the chain in the dark, but once he located it and cracked open the large windows, the smoke billowed out.

Tom remained in the shadows for a while, viewing his masterpiece. The greatest show on earth, he told himself. Two people fucking! Then his eyes scanned the audience and he noticed unusual movements on some, as they watched Jay and Kay with hypnotic stares. Closer examination revealed what Margaret Leche was doing under her parted cape – probably what Hans and Gloria Schmidtline were doing too – masturbating! Do you believe it? Diddling themselves, when they could be fucking! He was pissed off.

Without saying a word, he marched over to Margaret and took off her cloak, then beckoned Hans with his finger and led them to the coffin. Margaret was positioned face down, so Hans wouldn't be turned off by her looks, her ass straight up for penetration. Hans didn't need coning; his cock ran up the dripping wet cunt so fast he lost his balance and fell on top of her. The weight crushed the coffin under them and Margaret gave out a breathless "Ohhhh…" as they fell, and… "WOW!" as they landed and she reached the best climax she'd ever known. Hans was coming when Tom turned to give directions to the others.