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. ...lickering torchlight shows chisel marks as it dances. There is chanting again, around me, outside the sarcophagus, and a whisper of thought, saying "please..."Blood drips from a slashed wrist above me. Some strikes my mouth and my tongue unconsciously seeks it. More splashes on my nose, cheeks, chin, dribbles harmlessly past me. Too much blood.. I decided to step it up a notch and as we were walking I slid my hand down her back and cupped her shapely ass thru the thin fabric of her pants she didn’t protest so I stroked while we walked, we came upon an opening that was on the river it had a pole type fence that looked like you could tie a horse up to it we stopped and took a break and chatted some more we were standing next to each other and if our shoulders were to have touched the spark from the sexual tension would have erupted into. When there was a knock knock on the door, I thought it was nothing more than room service. A moment later, I heard my wife’s voice say, “Paul, this is Gabriel.” Shocked, not exactly figuring it out yet, I said, “Oh, hi Gabriel.” “Call me Gabe, he said, then told me wife, “You were right, he is very handsome.” “Baby! What did you do!?!” I said shocked, but half laughing, also. She dropped her robe and jumped back on the bed with me and bounced up and down on her knees. “Surprise!” she said, then. I spared a quick glance at her friends who were both looking pretty cock hungry, but didn’t have time for them, I looked down at this goddess going to town on my throbbing member. That was it, I couldn’t take any more, I grabbed the back of her head and started squeezing it to let her know what was bout to cum. She slid her finger into my arse and slammed her mouth right down to my base, while she squeezed my balls. “FUUUCCCKKKKK MMMEEEE” I shouted as I exploded deep down her throat, I didn’t.