Might as well be fucking a graveyard; that sounded metal as hell, but in practice, it was really fucking disturbing.Slowly, the ooze filled the room, ...ripping from the ceiling and flowing over their feet, there but not there, like mist. Cold death on the air, with a mind of its own and a form all its own.“Success I see,” the voice said, bassy rasp filling the cave.“Success.” Triss flipped through a few pages of the book. A language she couldn’t understand filled the pages, but the pictures gave. My heart pounding and my face getting flush, I am not sure what to do. I just let myself go with it and relax melting into a puddle. Clothes go flying across the room. They both forcefully remove my clothing giving each other maniacal grins. I look at their smooth hard bodies. They are both so beautiful. Skin the color of semisweet chocolate. Flawless, no hair on their bodies, smooth with no scars, just beautiful rock hard abs. I close my eyes as I feel multiple hands explore my body. I. All in all, his 'tackle' was very very pleasing. It was so hard as Ilooked at him, it was curving back in towards his navel. I motioned he should turn around, give me a twirl as it were. Herotated 180 degrees, to show me his arse. AND MY GOD WHAT AN ARSE, pert, curvy, muscled and hard, peachy smooth skin, taut buttocks, all in all a PEACH, which badly needed a good spanking for being such a show off. "What do you THINK?" he asked , smiling contentedly. I didn't answer, I just started to. Right now the walls are semi painted and have words written on one section where she'd used the excess paint to mess around when she'd been bored.Standing in the adjoining breakfast area is her mother...Kelly or as those who are closest to her call her Kel. Today her mother’s clothes are covered with white pasty gunk that is used for sticking tiles to the floor. Her face and hands are also covered in the gooey sticky substance. She is sweaty and looks like she has been working hard all day..