I enjoyed having lunch with you. I'm just not used to someone not caring about how much things cost. We've always been careful with our money." I know... what you mean. I almost never saw any money until a year ago. It isn't as though I'm used to spending money either. My parents, and my Uncle, they are used to it. Part of it is that they want me to get used to it too. Making money is important to all of them, but spending it isn't. They have a lot of money, but they still like making more of it.. Maybe one of the sacrifices had had second thoughts and was hiding out here.If that was the case then Lumley would pointedly remind him of his duties to his deity. He put a hand on the gun holstered at his waist.As he walked towards the temple entrance he noticed a figure illuminated by the light of the torches.It was most definitely not a male runaway, not unless the witchdoctors' knowledge of medicine extended to sex change hormones.The figure standing in the doorway was a strikingly. Within a few seconds the sound of my hips smacking into her beautifully sculpted ass was resounding through the bedroom. I knew I wasn't going to last a long time in this position. The sensation was too much to sustain this continuous aggressive driving motion. My God though, was it good while it lasted."I'm just about there, Fiona," I admitted a short time later."Just do it," she gasped back at me, so I did.This time we were panting as we lay on the now sticky and damp sheet. Carla hated that. I stopped her before she could make me come, but I was wasting my time. She rolled off me onto my left arm, her right arm behind my neck pulling me to her for more kisses. As I reached an arm up to her arm, she grabbed my wrist in her right hand.I tried to pull it loose, but she had an incredibly strong grip. 'Or was it because I did not want her to let go?' the little voice in my head asked.Once she saw I could not get free from her, she started enjoying me, watching my reactions as she teased.