"How long do you think we've got?" his partner asked."Let's say fifteen minutes - no more than that so be as quick as you can."As his partner dashed u...stairs, the first policeman began to go through the rooms on the ground floor. When he came to the sitting room he spotted the used whisky glass and pulled a plastic evidence bag out of his pocket. He carefully put the glass in the bag and sealed it - happy that they would be able to lift fingerprints from it and hopefully confirm the identity of. Nevertheless, it was not the kind of chance she wanted to take. What had she gotten herself into? She never intended to become some kind of priestess for some almost forgotten ancient culture. She had stumbled into something much greater than she understood and was in a situation where she would need to trust faith and instinct: two ideas completely opposite to the scientific and evidence-based ethic she had committed her life to following. How had it become so…intense? How had superstition. Whispered innuendos before he arrived had gotten her juices flowing. Jared pushed her top up, revealing her creamy tits, unrestrained by a bra. As his mouth clamped down over one of her sensitive nipples, she arched toward him, allowing him to fully take her into his mouth. He continued fingering her wetness, while suckling her tits. It didn’t take long for her to hit her peak. Her screams of ecstasy pierced the night air. She was lost in the orgasm, not for one moment caring if anyone heard. Trent laughed and said, "Bullshit. Is that why you moaned out, 'oh god fuck me Bobby' before you woke up? Bobby who? Who's the Bobby were you dreaming about?"Well it was time for the truth so I said in a subdued voice, "My brother. I was dreaming that he was screwing me. Don't ask me why, it just came to me in my sleep."Trent smiled and said, "See, you're just like me. Is it so bad to have a fantasy?" he asked as he was moving up over the top of me.I said, "Well, maybe not, as long as it's just.