A hallway led to a flight of stairs. I stopped halfway down the hallway. “Okay, that does not belong here.” Everyone else stopped instantly. I hea...d Piper hiss at Gwen to look behind us, that was her job when we stopped like this, and a muttered, “Oops.”“A trap on the ceiling? Someone’s been down here, boss.”“Yep. But what put that up there?” I disarmed it, then found the triggering mechanism and disarmed it as well. We were more careful going down the stairs, but found no more traps. I did. Oh irony of ironies. One day, I got into a brawl with another homeless guy and he and his friends cornered me and stabbed me. I ended up in the trash, bleeding to death, basically. They discarded me there, leaving me for dead. Yeah, I thought I was done for. I never gave much stock to religion, any religion. I didn’t believe in Jesus Christ or Buddha or Mohammed. I thought all religion was nonsense. Yet as I lay dying, I said a prayer to a God whose existence I had never given credence to, and. Still, Lisha as half conscious making sounds “Hhhaaaaaaaaahhhhh uuuffffffffff oooohhhhhh shhssss ” after continuously doing all these for 45 mins. I wanted to drill her shit hole. But it wasn’t easy as she’s an anal virgin.I could use a lubricant to loosen her shit hole but as dirty minded I’m, I want to roughly enjoy her shit hole. So I directly put my full erected cock into the private asshole of my Lisha teacher with full thrust and power, Lisha screamed aloud. Finally, we took our blissful bizzareness inside to avoid both heat stroke and the 911 wrath of outraged neighbors.It was about ten minutes later... Wrapped in a couple of damp towels, an exquisite vision of loveliness came slowly floating down the long, shadowed hallway towards me. One long, bare arm was cocked above her head, balancing the turban about her wet hair. The slim fingers of her other hand held the horizontally striped folds of the second towel about her tall, lanky beauty. There.