"As the other two young men looked at Rick with a bit of curiosity, he smiled and said, "The bad news is that we have to climb the hill out back to ge... to our humble abode for the week. So, let's get trucking." With that, he turned to lead the other two out the back door access to the main office building's lobby area, pulling their roll-behind luggage along with them.The resort had three types of accommodations: townhouses in blocks of four; free-standing cottages; and hillside bungalows in. A small glimmer of ambient light hovers in the room, casting silhouetted outlines for her to make out. The clock on her bedside nightstand reads 4:19AM. Her brain, still foggy from the Ambien, wrestles with the strictures put on her subconsciousness by the drug. Ever since the accident, she is lucky if she gets four hours of uninterrupted sleep a night. A tear wells up and rolls down Sky’s cheek as reality slowly creeps back in. She flops her head onto the pillow and stares blankly into the. He was hard as a rock and she was soaking wet; as Mark built up the speed, Amy pushed down harder now steadying herself on the arms of the chair. As his thrusts became more pounding and quicker Amy’s clit got harder and harder; she knew that at the “moment” she would bear down and he would go deep burying his cock to its base and that would hit her swollen and aching clit making her explode. As Marks plunges came quicker, Amy’s breath became shallower; she was there at the point of no return,. Strangely, though, he noticed that the markings on the back, which had previously been illuminated when he touched the stone on the front, now appeared as engravings instead. Before he could ponder what this could mean, he heard Melody’s voice behind him.“Master? Is everything alright?”Taking a sharp breath in at her use of the title of Master, he replied, “Yeah… yeah everything’s fine. It’s strange, but I just got this urge to check this thing over again. I haven’t really touched it since.