He was a patron of a number of unethical archeologists and things that should be in a Cairo museum found their way into “Dirty’s” house. There w...re all the things rich tourists got conned into buying like shrunken heads and monkey’s paws, but there were also things that no one but Howard Carter and his contemporaries had ever seen.Back when rich women’s rape fantasies were selling tickets to Errol Flynn movies and sets with sand three feet deep were the norm as they filmed the latest singing. He lubed up his giant cock a little more, then went for re-entry. This time, my ass was a little more prepared. I felt his long, thick cock move inside me again. He started to move it slowly, back and forth, easing it further and further into my tight hole, until I felt like I was about to be impaled on a fence post.Once I was used to this monster cock stuffing my ass, I began to enjoy the sensation. I was completely powerless to do anything as he pounded me silly, my body rocking with his. I keep kissing and rubbing her face with my palm of my hand has she slowly began to come down from her trip to subspace. Her breathing slowed as she slowly opened her eyes “ mmmmmm Mac?”Sally said in a dazed tone of voice. By now I had soften just enough to slip out of her pussy. I slide out from between her hips and laid down beside her on her bed. I pulled her body over on top of my and again ran my hands through her hair. “sssh it ok Sally I’m here.. I’m not going anywhere ..just let. "What the hell did you do?"Martha closed and locked the door, frowning. "What is it?"Ronnie said disbelievingly, "C'mere, look at this. Look what he did."Martha walked toward the table, her eyes widening as she got closer. She breathed, "Well, good lord." She looked at me. "What did you do?"I said, "Why is everybody asking me what I did? Look, that's what I did."Ronnie shook her head. "I don't believe it. He fooled us both."I stepped toward them. "I couldn't make up my mind, so I got two cakes..