The shadows. A slow drip, drip, drip. She was sure the shadows were watching her. Suddenly there was a sound, like a low moaning. And a rumbling comin... from the large sarcophagus. From which a glowing form rises.The form resembles an old man. A sense of evil flowing from his naked form.“Ah,” the ghost says, “I haven’t enjoyed something so pretty in some time.”Erris raises her prayer book and shouts words of smiting. The ghost cowers for a moment. Then with a cruel laugh springs up. At a gesture. He was a base beneath a tree of people; he did his job and that was that.Realizing he could not simply stride over and take her to his cave, Joan eyed the strong man and amused herself with imagining kissing his cock and mouthing his balls. Her face must have been telling quite a story, for a female voice surprised her as it purred from beside her:"He's not of the animals, kitten." Joan turned to find herself looking into a face identical to Amanda's, only lustier."I'm Myrna Westmore and you're. Keenan grinned wolfishly."Aww, no, Keenan! Please?" Patsy begged, placing her hand on his thigh. That got his attention. She tried to look coquettish. It wasn't hard. Keenan was looking really hot!"Pleeeease! You alreazhy got me three times! Make Kim drink it--She's too sober!"Keenan looked over at Kim, back at Patsy, down at her hand on his thigh."Hmmmm. I pick..."His lips came together to say Patsy and Patsy's heart sank."P-Kim!" he said.Patsy's heart leapt and she giggled. Keenan grinned. Well, she must have felt something, for she broke the kiss and took a step back, looking at him with a conflicted expression on her face. A mixture of lust, regret, and uncertainty? They stood there at a temporary impasse.But Marcus was consumed by his desire now, a chance to satiate the longing that that built up over his twelve months at the company. To his surprise, Rena didn't resist at all as he reached for the zipper on her sweatsuit top, slowly pulling it down to let a white layer peek.