I thought it is only fair that I write a story based on the events that night in the cabin. I have changed our names to protect our identities, but ap...art from that there is nothing added, or taken away. I hope you enjoy reading about it, as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. The keys to our hide away are jingling in my hands, as I walk up the narrow stone path. I am so excited that I can’t help acting like a child, who’s just been given the keys to a candy store, and told they can help. She was demanding more.I do not know why; but I slowed down a bit. “Daisy, are you sure; you have never been ass fucked before”. What was I thinking, I could not answer!!“Oh you, son of a gun; of course, this ass has never been fucked. I am giving you the most precious fuck hole of mine and you have the nerves to doubt me”. Daisy was hurting and this was her painful ass talking. “Believe me Patrick, I am your ass-fucked bitch only”.I loved the sound of what I heard; I gave a nice slap on her. ’ The barrel of the shotgun dropped bit. She laughed, ‘Where you really to tell what they were? Not many people have ever heard of them.’ ‘I know, I have used all of them in the past and I just had to see if I was right, what are you building?’ ‘I am building two boats. Would you like to see?’ ‘Yes, Ma’am, I sure would. I can’t believe some one is building a boat these days using hand hewn timber framing.’ ‘I have trouble believing it myself sometimes.’ Most people have no idea of what I am. Creeping over to it Zandriell lifted the lid and gasped as the inside of the lid lighted up! The light changed to all blue with the word “password” above a white rectangle. The flat box had no depth it seamed to have a single layer of square tiles with the great letters and other symbols and numbers on them. “Must be some kind of scrying device.” She said to herself. Deciding that it might be dangerous to mess with she left the box alone and exploring the room she found a pile of female human.