He smiled sitting down and helped himself to the food I had put on the table. He kept looking at me and smiling to himself. It didn't take us long to ...eat and I quickly cleared the table and put everything away. Sitting on the floor next to him I rested my head on his leg, enjoying the clean smell he had. And soon deciding I needed one as well. Getting up I walked to the bathroom and started to fill the tub. It didn't take long for master to cum in behind me and I felt him nudge my legs and. I smiled at Ian, “I don’t hate you”. He smirked, realising I had heard his faint murmur before he murdered me. I could feel the thirst in the back of my throat but chose to ignore it; I would deal with that later. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Ian was bent over me as I lay where he had left me, “Thank you” I whispered onto his lips. “Hey, didn’t you leave me hanging when you killed me? I thought you didn’t like leaving a woman waiting?” “Your right, I did and I don’t.” It was then I. -Ok. give me an hour..-An hour? She whined. -I need cock in me quicker than that!-An hour. I said. -Unless I get a better offer. I hung up. I decided to have a quick shower, I had thought of making Jo suck the essence of Lynsey's quim off my cock, but I was a bit stale myself and needed to freshen up. I came out of the shower to two missed calls and a text from Lynsey.Wow! It's only just hit me what we done. It was really hot. My pussy is still on fire. I need to see you again. Gina was somewhere between Greta and Kelli in height with blonde hair and very light blue eyes. Her Husband Wyatt helped me load my pack in the back of the van. He was about six feet tall with jet black hair and brown eyes. His hair and nose suggested some Native American ancestry, or maybe Middle Eastern. It was always easy to make assumptions based on physical stereotypes. Our other two adventurers were Sid Simpson and his partner Ryan Thedescu. Sid and Ryan were almost two peas in a pod..