So once I put my jeans back on, and let her in, she sat across the room, and I stretched out Indian style on the bed, and we watched some TV, and just... chatted more about our backgrounds, and got to know more of our likes and dislikes. The deeper we got into it, the more you could feel the energy in the room heating up, and the tension thickening, but of course, neither one of us talked about that. We continued to stay apart from each other for at least an hour and a half, but then, I don’t. ”“Next time tell the driver to hurry up. However valuable your time is, I assure you mine is worth a lot more. I need to finish my report, and I can’t do that until I debrief you. Bree is here to take notes. I need to find out everything that’s happened in the last month so that the Prelate is properly informed.”“The Prelate!” said Jonathan, shocked. He’d had no idea that Valencia reported to the very head of Opus Dei. Although technically only a priest and not a bishop, the Prelate commanded. I shrugged it off and told him no worries. I looked over at you, and you're just smiling, amused by it. As he started to slink on by to head to the basement, I thought to myself, you only live once, and this is what I signed on for, and the thought of it was turning me on. So, in a commanding voice, which surprised everyone, even me, I said "come over here". As he started walking toward us on the couch, I reached up grabbing onto his cock, and started rubbing it slowly. I have never even. The caves probably helped explain why there had been an artesian well, all those hundreds of years ago when this tribe first arrived in the area. They were limestone tunnels and caves carved by rivers over millennia. The entrances were a bunch of about twenty sink holes in the hills. There were the usual stories of what lived underground, many of which were still believed by the common people and were loudly dismissed by the educated elite. Loudly dismissed in a way that people talk loudly in.