She was still in a bad way. Still hurting, and her vocal-cords felt raw and brittle.He stared intently at the opening for long seconds before his mind...parsed the words. She was alive! How was this possible? He watched her die. There was no mistake, he watched the Spaniard crush her throat and choke the life out of her. His steady hand now had a visible tremor to it as a cold sweat ran down his armpits. He slapped his free hand on the gun to steady his grip and forced himself to think and. He circles the entrance teasingly before bringing them back up to stimulate her clit once more. His fingers become slick with the juices, and Karen moans shakily against his lips as his persistent teasing sends shivers of pleasure up her spine.Mark’s fingers make their downward pass, running around the edge of her opening before sliding them inside as if they have been drawn into a maelstrom. They go deep, two long fingers burrowing for treasure inside her, making Karen cry out softly against. " My head was back and my eyes were closed. I had put two fingers into my pussy and moved my other hand to rub my clit. Then I began to move my fingers in and out of my pussy. They were so wet. I stopped talking and just laid there and played with myself. I moved my foot that was under his leg to the top of the couch. Now I was spread wide for him to watch. I began moaning and breathing heavily.I thrust my fingers deep inside while my other hand worked frantically on my clit. Suddenly I quit. If this were true, he should reach his destination soon.As instructed, he had bought two canteens from the town market, andboth now hung over his shoulder. His guide had given no reason for this- the road and this trail were both well-watered, and one should havebeen sufficient. But Stephen was wise enough to at least be obedient inthese matters.The trail descended, the ground falling away towards the base of thecliffs. Shadows seemed to close in around Stephen as he walked. At thebase of the.