Laughter. She knew it was no longer her place anymore and suddenly she felt as though she was an intruder, breaking into the house of a stranger. Her...hand shook as she re-opened the drawer of his bedside table, drawing out the buried picture frame he’d stowed away but probably never forgotten. Her brown eyes went to his first, shining blue, staring back at her with that smile, ‘I loved you..’ she whispered, touching the cold glass, feeling that chill run up from the surface through her veins.. Just like my wife I love cum." I've never done anything like this before but it feels fucking great!" Mike said.I pumped my fists furiously up and down our throbbing cocks. It was only a short time later I let go of his cock and stroked mine like there was no tomorrow feeling my cum building up inside ready to explode. I aimed my cock at Mike's as my thick white cum started gushing out. It splatted all over the length of his cock and down on his balls. I kept pumping and squeezing my shooting. ‘I would never give up on him. I’ve given myself to him and if it means dying for him I would. The thought scares the hell out of me but it doesn’t scare me as much as thinking I might fail him and really loose everything. I really want to be his perfect slave. I really want to earn his love and respect.’ She was serious. If I asked for her life she would give it. All she really wanted in return for her total submission was my love. She’d have at least that. This much I could and would promise.. A whisper. A fragment of a whisper. Greedy for noise I follow, and something miraculous happens. I smell. Blood. Essence. Power. Do I hear, or only remember hearing? I am a fragment of thought atrophying outside space and time. I cannot perceive, and yet I do. I open my eyes.The ceiling above is grey stone, chipped painstakingly into the mountain, not built. No mortar lines. Flickering torchlight shows chisel marks as it dances. There is chanting again, around me, outside the sarcophagus, and a.