King Auckalog sent his troops to their defensive positions and sent Cunny to guide us to the best place for us to hit the revenants. They came pouring...down the tunnel, led by a converted gnome. The invaders moved at a slow, shambling pace, but they were inexorable in their advance. It reminded me of a column of ants on the prowl.We waited in a small chamber with several tunnels branching from it. Each of us lurked in a tunnel entrance, waiting for the first enemy to appear. We were not. I pushed a little and by working my muscles his cum began to drip out. He began snapping photos. “Bend over some more and spread your ass.” He requested. I did and he continued shooting photos. “Get any good shots?” I giggled as I looked back at him. “Yeah, they look sexy as hell!” John replied. He finished and I went to the restroom to clean up. When I came back into the living room John was on the computer uploading the photos. I browsed through them. “So that is what it looks like. We didn’t care either way, if they wanted to chance swimming that far.We had to talk over what we were doing. Were we going to have to slaughter every person on Mountain Isle? Were we willing to do that? A philosopher might say that they were only defending their homes, but there was something wrong with these people. Everywhere else we’d been, the people had been willing to at least talk to us, before deciding to fight. These people seemed to just go crazy and attack us as soon as they saw. “Put this on. I want this to be a surprise,” he told her. Trusting him implicitly, Diane did not hesitant to follow his direction. Once she was blindfolded and unable to see, he started the car moving. She had no idea how long they traveled or in what direction. She was merely along for the ride.After some indeterminate amount of time, they car suddenly stopped. “Keep that blindfold on. I will tell you when you can remove it,” he warned her.Yes, Master,” she said. She was taken from the car.