His hands worked on the rock and intricate carvings came into view. Freedom allowed the bag to be moved and the rock came better into light.A word etc...ed on the rock sprang out in fading hue, ‘Compel”. Time and trampling had worn the stone and made it hard to decipher. The last words was construed but it could have been ‘My Soul’ and it was tooled flat on the bottom. With that settled he took to task at the removal of earth built up over the thick solid aggregate. A portrait of sort was. And, all the time, my pussy was going wild with desire. I had a desperate need to be filled. With the wand still running over my nipples, they were as hard as little rocks. Deeply thrusting fingers into my pussy, I would occasionally switch to squeeze and tease my clit. It was all driving me crazy. I brushed the wand down my tummy and over my mound. As it circled my mound, I raised hips and my fingers thrashed harder and deeper. I silently begged to be filled with this new toy cock. My fingers. I looked into your eyes and smiled, "Hello Katie! Come in please, me casa es tu casa," I said, as I invited you into my arms for a big warm welcome hug and a soft kiss to your cheek, smelling your perfume as I do, eyes closed, soaking up the feel of you as we stand close for that ever to brief moment.Stepping back, I stand aside and let you pass, walking up the stairs to the dinning room, living room area, admiring the sway of your hips as you walk up the stairs. You stop at the top of the. "Chris? Todd? Jack?" Eachguy responded to his name. "Very good. Gentlemen, please come in."Three chairs were set up in front of a large desk. The girl walkedaround and sat behind the desk while the three guys sat in the threechairs. There was another girl sitting in a swivel chair in the cornerof the room. She was slouched down, idling turning the chair to theright and left. She had on tight low cut jeans and a little clingywhite tank top. She had curly blonde hair and when the first girlwalked.