Dinner was in the large dining room on the first floor, lit by tall candle stands. Unlike the original occupants of the house long ago, they had to se...tle for sandwiches and soup from a thermos. As they ate, they discussed their situation:"What's up with this place, professor?" asked James, in between bites. "This house is right out of a George Romero movie."The professor paused, then stood up, looking quite serious. All faces turned to him. "This... is a haunted house."Lance spit out some of. Once by my self I opened the hamper and dug out her bra and panties, I held the panties to my face and breathed in the aroma from her long days work, my dick jumped to attention. I stuffed them down into my pockets and went back to my friends room and continued our discussion. After a respectful amount of time I excused myself and went back home. Once in my bedroom I quickly stripped off and lay across my bed, sniffing the crouch of my new prize, while I stroked my cock. Then the thought came. Soon my index finger found the places and movements along the inner side of her damp places that generated quiet sighs of enjoyment. From my vantage point near her upright breasts I saw little of her wet darkness beyond the faint rise of her pubic hair. As I stroked slowly up and down the wet inner ridge, I saw her thighs spread, slowly, moment by moment, an inch or two at a time, until she raised her knees slightly so her legs could fall outward and she could completely bare her naked secrets. The Lady Fortescue smiled at this display of servility on the part of the haughty and imperious Francine. She strode off to her seat in one of the stands. In the arena, the opening announcement over, Tharg turned to face his foe. This other powerful and menacing male was called Gottman. Gottman looked really mean to Francine's interested eyes and he looked quite knocked about as though he'd fought quite a few other men in his time and survived. Tharg, though, was unmarked. Olga whispered to her.