The building had twelve floors to it. It was like a shorter version of a New York skyscraper as the sides were all tinted windows. It looked sleek, se...y, and twenty-first century.Jessica walked into the building, greeted the lady working the front desk and stepped into the elevator. She hit the sixth floor button and waited to arrive there. As she rode the elevator, she remember her floor manager, David, telling her not to go to the basement floor nor the twelfth the other day. When she had. "Yes Daddy, please… fuck me,” I begged between moans. Paul spun me over to my front and, without much ceremony, drove his huge cock deep inside me. “Arrgghhh," I cried as he began to pound me, every inch bringing me closer to orgasm, every thrust making me beg for more. Every reaction was evidence to Paul that he was my master and I would do anything he asked. He knew now he could fuck me whenever he wanted. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through my body but Paul kept fucking, his huge body. ," she let the oversized shirt fall down over her other shoulder, now exposing both her breasts, "you can still help me out...like, just this once can't you?" Her plea was music to my ears. I moved to the bed and sat beside her. She tossed the shirt off her arms and flung them around my neck. Our mouths met in a crushing, passionate kiss. From the way she attempted to shove her tongue down my throat, it was obvious that she had had practice in “making out.” I wondered what other experiences she. Were we still in danger? I glanced about our little camp. Blackened splotches of grass dotted the clearing around the well. My nose twitched. There was an odor in the air that smelled familiar. Magic… Two forms lay about the fire, shrouded in the long shadows of the dawn. Daniel lay perfectly still… his breath was even… and a small smile played about the edges of his face. His rusted sword rested on his belly. I sniffed the air… the smell of magic was emanating from his blade. I was about to.