The three delinquents lead her hurriedly away from the site, and into a small apartment. The place is what she expected of three such young men - clothes strewn about haphazardly, dirty - but she doesn't have time to critique the room, as the three of them close in on her, groping and undressing her. "Been too long since I had a milf..." The big one grins.
Ben seems eager to get on the trail and see the guy as soon as possible, while Bast seems more eager to explore. "I haven't been here in a long time." She says by way of explanation.
"We," Dr Hanson says as he pulls her up, "are in the long library." He sighs. "Or that's what I've been calling it. This place is colossal - I've been here for months and I haven't seen the whole thing. Or a way out." He shakes his head. "Sorry, you're the only person I've seen here, except the priests. I haven't seen your friends."
"Not unless you know where to look." Mori hummed, loving how tight she was around his cock. He starts thrusting slowly, letting the milf get used to his size. Then he starts moving faster, as her moans grew louder.
“Hmm... I think we have a bit of time before we meet our guy, so let's explore the town a bit. Knowing our way around might come in handy if we get separated, or if something goes very wrong and we need to leave in a hurry.” Miriam decided after a bit of consideration.
Natasha massage her forhead to get ride of headache but it look like it will stay with her for longer. "For months? That is suck, so you were here since what date?" She asked as she looked around the library. She doubt that books would be written in know for her language, but who knows? "Priest, what priest? Some dangerous guys I guess."
"Fuck..." Eloise grips the bathroom sink, enjoying the feeling of being pounded. "Why the hell does an asshole like you, ugh, have such a nice cock?" She squeezes his length, letting him feel the strange pleasure of fucking a woman who hates him but adores his dick.
Walking around the town, the three beauties draw a lot of attention, but they manage to get the layout more or less memorised. Miriam notes that there's quite a bit of surviving ancient architechture here.
"Hehe, I wonder? Maybe I was born to corrupt women like you into succumbing to pure sexual bliss?" Mori chuckles, leaning forward to nibble on her ear lobe. "But don't, as I said, I'm a man of my word. Once our job is done, I'll leave you alone, and focus on my wife." He hummed, "And your daughter." Grinning as he whispers into her ear, all the while his thrusts start to go faster and faster. The pound of his pelvis slaping against her ass ringing across the bathroom, and probably the outside.
"Well, I'm just guessing how long it's been. I arrived in the city on..." He names a date about four months ago. Looking around, Natasha spots books in multiple languages. Most are ancient, but some are actually quite modern, like French or Russian. "The priests aren't bad. Or at least they haven't been for me. They leave me food and clothes, and make sure I don't get sick, but they won't let me leave, and they won't explain anything about what this place is. They want me to join them, I think, swear an oath and be here forever." He rolls his eyes. "I'm flattered by the offer, but I have a wife back home that I need to get back to."
“Nice place... alright, I think that's enough sight-seeing for now. Let's go meet our guy and see what we can learn from him...” Miriam declared and led the way.
"S-Shut up...You prick..." The American moans as she takes his cock. "I'm a better fuck than Laura...And you know, ugh, it..."
The restaurant she's been directed to doubles as a shisha bar on the second floor, and it's there she meets her contact, an elderly man looking distinguished in a navy suit. "Nice to meet you." He bows his head. "So, you want information about Mister Scaletta's convoy, no?"
"I do know it. And much as it pains me to part with your holes. Laura-chan is single, and you're married." Mork whispered, as he reaches for her breasts. Pawing at her bountiful chest, groping, and kneading her large tits, and pinching her erect nipples inbetween his thumb, and index finger.
Luke didn't look any less confused, but he slowly nodded, 'Thank you for saving me then.' The young man reached out and for a second it looked like he was going to grab her breast, before he touched her arm. He couldn't help but laugh with her, 'They slightly strange garments, no offence.' Luke took her hand and before he knew what compelled him, he leaned in and brought the back of her hand to his mouth and kissed it, 'I am Luke, a pleasure to meet you, Vasha. I owe you my life. Say, are you the witch the Roman spirit spoke of?'
Natasha give him actual date. "So, they are some kind of guard with oath for eternity? How nice, that explains your ancient clothes ." She said point at his outfit and point at book in his hand. "So I guess you are looking for way in these books and you didn't find anything by months of research." She said checking her AK, pistol and granates. "Did you try making marks or creating map of this place? I have managed to escape few mazes, they all have common rules. Let's begin with holding to one wall and count steps." She said and take notes with one mark for every hundred steps. "Better to try."
“Nice to meet you as well.” Miriam returned the bow. “Yes, that is correct. I assume the information would come with a price?”
"L-Like you care about...oh my God...my h-husband...Aiii!" She cries out. "What he doesn't know...won't hurt him..."
"None taken. Ooh, what a charmer..." She rewards his bold action with a chuckle and one of her stunning smiles. "I don't care for the term 'witch', but yes, I'm the one you heard about. I hope that doesn't spoil things between us? 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live', and all that?"
"Damn, that long? Good God, I miss my wife..." Max looks down sadly, before turning his attention back to Natasha. "I found something in ancient Aramaic, but I'm a bit rusty in that language. It was something about 'humility', whatever that means. Plus, there's an area the priests keep me from going to. They tell me it's too dangerous, and from the growling I've heard, I don't think they're lying." He shivers. "And I suppose we could do that, sure."
