I raked my tongue through the neatly trimmed forest and then worked my way southward, barely grazing her slightly protruding clit. A wave of sex scen... and taste danced at my taste buds. She jumped slightly and exhaled a quick sigh as I positioned my knees on the floor and pulled her close to the bed’s side as she open her legs to my desire. I stopped only briefly to look at this magnificent specimen before me. My eyes drank in the site of her body laid out allowing me to taste, smell and. Time runs out for you, Jacob. Cadmus awakens and soon he shall remember everything. Your employer believes he knows the forces he unleashes and expects to use Cadmus as bait. He unwittingly sets free more than he realizes. I only hope it is enough..."Opening her eyes, she rose, brushed off her skirt and after allowing her eyes to sweep sadly across Jacob's hiding place, she returned to the cottage.Christine lay on her bed. Her mind awhirl with excitement. After the time she spent in the forest. She did. Her left hand was squeezing my right nipple hard, and her mouth was trying to engulf as much of my left breast as it could. This, along with Mallory's fingers, which were moving faster still, was enough to send me into an orgasm of my own, which was shortly followed by Jordan's.The ecstasy was short lived. For the second time that day, a door opened and the words 'What the fuck is this?' were shouted at us. But this time it wasn't our friend Jordan--it was her boss. He was short, only. A man who was only a few years younger than my father, a legend in the community as he was both a famous photographer and painter as well. His work was plastered all through the hallways and school grounds of Whitewall, displayed with such a profound boldness to every piece, photographic or not. There was something validating about the subjects. Given the fact that the likeness of women was used in each art piece, and I was a young man.Each portrait was the very epitome of some very fucked up.