His fingers were getting closer, inch by inch until finally Pete’s soft fingertips caressed my outer lips. Relentlessly, his fingers slid up and dow..., slowly and lightly, along the whole length of my wet slit. I felt another surge of wetness coating my inner lips; Pete sensed it also, because his fingers just then slipped into my slit and continued stroking the hot slick inner lips. My juices were flowing freely now as Pete nudged my clit on every tenth stroke or so. My hips were squirming. “Hi Julie,” I called out as I entered. I am sure that if I had looked in a mirror, I would have been enough of a sight to get me fired if I should walk in the office looking the way I felt. I stopped as soon as I saw the interior of the boat! There on the table was a bottle of wine, a large bowl of fruit, and a half dozen lit candles. The reminder of the boat was completely dark. I listened as Julie called to me from the back. “Have a seat, settle in, and relax, I will be there in a minute” she. Yet he had the most amazing luck and still had his balls’. “What are you thinking, Earth to Sam?” Jack asked. “Oh nothing, so what is this all about, I know it’s about the big metal box but how does this involve you and more importantly me, Jack?” “Well my very dear friend I am officially employed by the world to discover what this box is all about. You are my second in command.”“Are you serious, we will need more guys and equipment and money and how the hell did you pull this off, did you tell. She withdrew her mouth but stayed close. ‘And I am a witch.’ ‘Fuck off,’ Ellen replied automatically. ‘You did all that shit?’ ‘Naked dancing, ritual orgies, fucked on a slab while naked women in crimson hoods stood around and chanted. Kissed Satan’s hairy ass, all of it.’ ‘Fuck off,’ Ellen repeated a little less confidently. ‘Well in a movie,’ Barbara replied and there was that throaty chuckle again and the wicked, knowing eyes. ”Slaves of Satan,’ nineteen-sixty-seven, you might be able to.