Elspeth moaned and slid a little on him as though testing whether or not she could go again. “I think that this will warm you through,” she said as she placed the tray on his lap. Not a sheep path cut into the heather but the slightly overgrown double track of vehicles. He was about half way down the page when he felt a hand close on each shoulder. Are you ready to be consumed?” she asked as her hand cupped his balls and her lips closed on his. Right now your corpse would be cooling and going rigid. What was he begging for? “Not a good night to be on the Heatherstone Moor,” she smiled. Under the influence of the drug that she had slipped him he did not lose his erection. He wanted to speak, wanted to moan, wanted to express his passion but her fingers closed his lips whilst her hips started to move. —————-
That night was another test of Brian’s stamina in bed.
