I used some of the water I had in a barrel outside to wash myself before getting inside. The water was cold, but it also made me feel fresh enough to ...make some food for myself and for my cat before going to sleep. Yes, my cat had been outside watching when I sawed and used the ax. That damned cat enjoyed it way too much to see me working.I woke up in the middle of the night to the strangest feeling - or a dream. I was sure that somebody was watching me! I opened my eyes and rose, half-sitting,. . Until I asked him what he did on a certain dealing he’d been bragging about. He shouldn’t have mentioned it in front of me in the first place. If he hadn’t, I would never have asked. I was just making conversation.“He got short with me, told me it was none of my fucking business and stormed off into his office. I guess he had a couple drinks in there, because when he came out, he came straight at me, hit me five or six times until I broke his nose and drove it up into his brain. That slowed. “It looks like you’d enjoy it a lot,” she chuckled.Taking me in her hand, she looked up at me and asked “Fast or slow?”Thinking of our guests waiting downstairs, I replied hoarsely “Fast, this time.”“No lube?”“No,” I breathed.She squeezed my prick, and then began rapidly pumping it, her hand moving almost in a blur. A faint keening noise began coming from her as she jacked me faster and faster. When I exploded into her hand a minute later, she squealed with pleasure, and then slowly continued. Carefully, he thrust it into the mound through the opening.Peering inside, he could see nothing after a couple of feet. Taking in a deep breath, he crawled into the opening, and raised the torch after he got inside. The inside was hollow, or seemed to be. He stood, and looked around.In the shadows before him he could just make out an object of some sort. He tried to drive his torch into the ground, and discovered that the ground was very hard. It seemed to be made of stone. He held the torch.