His finger tips brush down my body, feathering through my curves until he finds my clit. I gasp, jerking back, but he holds me still, his fingers taki...g up a slow, steady rhythm. I moan hoarsely, my head falling forward again when I realize I can’t do anything. ‘You are confused by this, yes? You agreed to feed me.’ he murmurs, his voice velvety against my ears. I moan my agreement as he begins rubbing a little faster. ‘I feed off of lust as well, and I thought this would be nice payment since. ‘But a friend would finger fuck your hole, get it nice and stretchy before he put his cock in there,’ Zeke went on. But you might be too tight for it. Why don’t you let me see?’ ‘Um, okay,’ Scottie said and rolled over onto his knees. Dwight sat up to watch. ‘First, let’s lose these, Zeke said and pulled Scottie’s shorts all the way off. ‘Oh, Scottie, you’ve got such a pretty little hole, isn’t that a pretty little hole, Dwight?’ ‘It is a pretty little hole,’ Dwight agreed. ‘It is?’ Scottie. After a while, 2 minutes, 2 hours, I can’t tell, our bodies stiffened almost in unison, overcome by shattering orgasms as my dick contacted inside of her convulsing vagina, spewing load after load of my seed deep into her body.I was spent but she wanted; no she needed more, continuing to kiss voraciously. I picked her up and carried her to my king sized bed, my prick still inside of her. Knowing that it would take a while for me to get hard again, I lay on my back and signalled her to sit on my. I had chosen wisely with my purchases back in the early 1900's. I still had a lot of gold coins left, too. It was time to move my collection from my home outside of Boston, to my home at the missile silo, which was located in North Dakota.The federal government owned a lot of land in North Dakota, and so did the state. The Dakota's were a strange landmass, to say the least. It was not that heavily populated either. Perfect for some of what I wanted to do. The silo I had purchased, was not in.