Feeling it slip in her wetness... like this."I slammed into her. She wrapped her arms tightly around me. "That's it, lover. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and ...fast as you think about your fantasy becoming real. You can fuck me anytime you want... and you can fuck Veronica, too."Veronica was at our house every day that week. I didn't touch her again and I didn't touch Barbara in her presence. The sexual tension was thick as molasses and Barbara kept it that way.When we'd slip into bed at night, she tease. Though it was taken good care of, yet it had some hairs coming out of it and it smelt a bit. I started licking it.By then I had properly submitted myself to her and that’s why I started pleasing her myself. She was moaning hard… aaaaaahhh u fucking asshole… lick that sweat of my divine body you filthy slave…. You are meant to eat my pussy and sniff my armpits u fucking bloody pussy. I was getting hot with every passing moment. I started licking sweat of the ends of her leg near her pussy. She. We felt an odd but faint tingle as we first touched it and it seemed quite warm to our hands and offered no harm to us. Its weight was ponderous, far heavier than it ought to have been, but somehow despite our frailties we somehow managed to lift it and raise it up as high as we could manage. With the last of our strength we dropped it, throwing it down to the hard marble floor next to the table.Despite its hard forced landing it remained undamaged, probably even unscratched. Our attempt to. Back in the cave of cans, lying on a soft bed of blankets, covered with two more, enshrouded in darkness but with a lamp and a box of matches within reach, and with the priceless knife next to me, I should have felt relaxed and secure, but my thoughts raced and sleep did not come.The stone was not mine, of course; I was a slave, after all. It would not make me rich. But still, for finding a treasure like that and giving it to my owners, its rightful owners, I would be entitled to a reward. A.