''''Damn! sounds like something straight out of a movie! Is Ortega ok?'' Zip asked, now somewhat worried.''Ortega escaped with a few other men within ...he temple, but I've lost all contact with him.''''Ok, let me know if you find anything new.'' Zip replied as the feed cut off.Lara had been hired by Gerald St. James, a wealthy businessman who believed that the tales of the temple's curses were nothing more than mere fabrications brought about through human superstition. He wanted the yet to be. The first time I went there the guy at the counter didn't check my I.D. he took my money and smiled "have a good time". He knew I was fresh meat. The place was teaming with hot old white men. Grandpas gravitated to me. They loved my hard boy cock and I was happy to feed them my seed.The third time I went there I sat in the second to front row. An old man sat next to me and gave me a smile. I pulled out my tool and he wrapped his hand around it. I could tell he was pleased. He put his soft wet. I mean what am I ... can you,..." All of this accompanied by, not tears, but sobbing. I was pissed off with the tears, I felt sorry for a poor stupid young kid, I was a little horny; here I had a twenty year old in my lap who said she wanted to learn about sex. I realized that I had to fuck my wife's daughter or my wife would be pissed! That sounded so silly, I just decided to plow ahead."Jennifer, we're going to do this just like a class problem, I'll be the teacher and you be the student.. He gently pushes me onto the cabinet, the sword across my neck. "Regina-" he calls me by the character's name from my story, about a pirate wench who steals more than just gold booty - "What are you doing in my rum cabinet?"I fall into character, "You know I can't resist a good bottle of rum, captain."I feel the blunt edge of the sword between my legs. Xavier begins to slide the edge against me, rubbing against my clit. I moan and my fingertips dig into the wood of the wardrobe. "Do you know.