‘Yes! I can feel your presence, Dark Lord!’ Even twenty metres above ground Sibyl heard the rumbling coming from the ivy-covered crypt just behind...the trio. A moment of silence followed, then the door flew open, creaking in its rusty hinges. From the dark rectangle a ghoul appeared, tramping backwards and pulling a rather new lead coffin into the open. ‘Oh, shit! Oh, shit!’ — ‘What is that thing?!’ — ‘Run! Oh, fuck! Keep running!’ Sibyl had trouble assigning the hysterical voices. The three. With that she pushes open the bathroom door and is staight in that shower, clothes and all, and is giving that boy a real going over.Poor bloke, he doesn't know whats hit him but he soon starts to make a stand, if you know what I mean.Now he is hard, his prick has changed from that of a donkey to one of a stallion."Whats going on?" says a small voice behind me as a pair of female arms go round my waist and I feel Lucy behind me on tip-toe trying to see whats happening."What do you think ?" I. As I struggle, the sounds of voices and footsteps become clearer and more defined.I gaze up in the sunlight to see three large men dressed in heavy leather armor, carrying a quiver of arrows, a bow, a satchel, a longsword in beautiful embroidered sheathes, and wearing red upon their armor. The armor itself has an emblem emblazoned on it and seems to be also on their cloaks. I cannot help but blink softly in confusion, contemplating my situation.They speak in such a strange language, yet it. Carole stood back and held him there; she wanted to savour every moment of this trip, as she recognised the potential business asset in this man who was now in her grip and she was going to thoroughly enjoy her dominant and his submissive nature- a perfect scenario. She had him under her control now.'Look at the women in front of you, leading you to the plane and on your next acts of submission to womanhood' He viewed the rear vistas of these mature and dominant women and savoured himself just.