"Charles, at my direction, send her away. I will not involve the county in a war that we will lose legally and publicly. Then send one of your structu...al people to look at the building. If it is okay and I bet it is, mark it that way and remove the signs."He sighed. "I've never liked her attitude. She has made no friends with the county commissioners in the state. Ben knows that, too. If there are any further problems, let me know." Charles nodded. We left. As we walked, I thought that I didn't. ” He unsnapped the lid, and poured a liberal quantity of the oil into the crevice between Kelly’s ass cheeks. Then he slid his finger down her cleft, seeking her tight little asshole and spreading the oil over it. No need for gloves, he thought to himself, as his finger pressed against the tight, resistant opening, easing slowly inside it. Kelly gasped, but quickly adjusted to the unnatural invasion of his digit. He slid it in and out, coating her anus with the slippery oil, and then eased. The ring began to glow brightly. A small flash and crack echoed through the clearing. When the light cleared, the ring sat nestled in a bed of ashes."What was that?" cried Daniel from the other side of camp.I scooped the ring out of the ashes and slipped it into my shoe."I don't know," I called out to the Monster Hunter.Daniel climbed to his feet from the ground and twisted his back. "Nothing like sleeping on the ground to make a miserable morning," he said with a winsome grin.Jon groaned. I. Since last Friday I have not had the taste of cum and I find that pretty neat.If you've read my earlier writings, you'll know Ken is not into eating me. Even if he were, in the shape I'm in down there I could not blame anyone from passing. So something good for Ken and basically nothing for me. Fingers just ain't doing it. Small talk afterwards leads me to understand how Ken needs it too. My last words to Ken were "What are friends for?" before going to my phone. I ring up Stacy and like.