The team reached the graveyard.
The sunlight made everyone realize it was actually an asylum, a laboratory and a graveyard on a piece of land. Clifford walked out of his car, he noticed the rusted gate. He pushed it open.
Manchester and Sarah felt something off about the place. Sarah whispered to Manchester, "I think we are at the back of the story. Did we walk through this path that night?"
"Yes we did. Although these buildings aren't familiar."
"An asylum and a laboratory? That explains the concept of the drugs all around, the acid and the dead bodies. Twelve graves and a couple of sets with foul smell. I think we've got company." She said.
"Company?" He turned to look around. "Where? How? Are you expecting anyone? What do you think? Should we divert as a double to look around or do we send the team?" He asked.
"Let's walk towards the side. Clifford can go with a few while we move towards the graves. If we find some important document, I'll need it to stay away from him. I don't trust Clifford either and I don't know why."
Manchester stared at her for a while, not with anger or sadness, suspicion or arrogance, pride or disdain but just a blank stare of inquisition. "Clifford? A threat? What do you know? Tell me something."
She pulled out a bronze hook. It had the number seven encrypted on it. "Manchester? Take a look at this hook, you see the number right? Have you noticed something about Clifford's tie?"
Manchester turned around to stare at Clifford and most importantly his tie. He traced the same hook with the number seven hidden by the side. His eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Well if I may and if I may not. What the hell is that? Seven and a hook? Wait so that could mean— Clifford could be a member of the 717 mafia?"
"Or possibly a family member. A member of the Lanco family." She said.
"Sarah, I think we need to reach all the documents before he does. Come on."
They wandered off to the side path fully visible by the backward left. They walked off until they saw an abandoned car, Sarah stared at the car for a moment. She remembered the car from a movie she saw once. She moved a bit closer to it, she saw a box.
A wooden box.
Manchester noticed it wasn't one but two wooden boxes. "Wait there's two not one. I think we need to check them after."
"I'll take that as a now. Manchester we need to check these now." She pulled out a knife, from the distance, Manchester could see it was a sharp knife and wondered why she had one with her.
She popped the first box open, from the look on her face, he could tell it wasn't normal to the human eyes. He held her close to his body a bit. He turned to stare into the box, he stared at the decayed human head now turned into a dry skull with tiny pieces of human skin around it. The worms still looked fresh and the smell felt a bit fresh but rotten.
"What is that? A head? Oh no. Someone did this and left it here? Can we at least understand why."
He held her softly. "Hey, stay calm." He held her close to his body. He pressed her hips against his trouser, he could feel her buttcheeks through his trousers, his penis couldn't handle it at all.
He tried to press her harder but she noticed it. She felt the same urge he felt as well. "Manchester? What are you doing?"
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I won't let it happen again." He apologized.
"Don't. It's fine. You can come closer to me anytime. I love it when you don't take permission. Come closer and press me harder on me."
"Really? Have you been thinking of me the whole time?"
"Yes. Now let's open the other box." She said calmly. He followed her towards the other box, She bent a bit lower to open the box and this time he had the perfect opportunity to press on to her. He did.
He removed his belt and held her waist to his groin. He felt a tingling yet sweet sensation travel from his groin to his spine and then towards his brain. He felt like he let out a little sperm. He held her closer again, she moaned softly and lowly in tone.
"Sarah? Stop it. You know what you are doing. Stop it." He warned.
She smiled, "It's another head, another decayed skull. And speaking of heads—Can I give you one?"
"Here? You mean right now? No. They'll catch us here."
"Manchester I need you to stop caring about what others think and live for us here. Touch me the way you want and feel yourself again. I want this sex. Don't avoid it."
He held her to his body. She closed the boxes. He pulled her trouser downward, he pushed his finger into her vagina. He rubbed her vulva softly as well. He could tell she had it all out for him. She felt so good and slippery.
He continued with the push and pull strokes of his fingers, he felt his groin get hard. The tip of his penis arose to meet her vulva, he could feel her squirt a little. Oh how long she's been waiting for this one moment. He slid into her vagina.
Her eyes rolled back, she stayed there hopelessly taking in what she came for. He slid in and out of her continuously all through, she rolled her eyes almost letting out an orgasm with every passing stroke. "Ah-ah" she let out a moan.
He maintained the pace of his strokes. He continued beating her kitty until he felt the tingling again and he knew he was going to have the first orgasm. She felt the same tingling feeling and heat on her clitoris, she felt the tingling increase and her clitoris hardened. She rubbed it softly hoping to have an explosive and extremely intense orgasm. After all it's been more than months since she last had sex or even a masturbating orgasm from herself.
She rubbed and rubbed it softly, he throbbed her so softly until she eventually took a deep breath in, she felt the organs build up immediately. She felt the organs surrounding the walls of her vagina and her eyes couldn't maintain contact with his eyes. He stroked through until she felt the intense and sweet shock around her vagina walls explode into her clitoris.
She felt her clitoris explode massively with a lot of squiring dashing out of her like a fountain. Her eyes rolled back as she released the orgasm, "ahh…" Her eyes rolled back as he stroked in and out with the same intensity.
Her vagina walls got tighter, holding his penis in place whenever he stroked. Her wetness increased, he loved it and increased his pace, he knew he was going to hit his orgasm. He pulled out immediately. His eyes rolled back, he stopped stroking. He waited for a while, and suddenly he remembered he had the option of letting her suck him.
Guess what?
SHE DID.
She sucked all of his length in her mouth. She sucked him so deep into her throat, she waited for a while. She felt the sexual urge rise up again and this time, she was so ready for it. She opened her leg again.
He stroked faster and harder this time. She loved every bit of it. Every single feeling of sexual intensity. After the second round of sex. They waited for a while.
A few minutes later, they walked out like nothing happened. "Sarah?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you but don't make me do that ever again. Don't make me like and act like an animal I'm not. Ever again. Please."
She smiled and kissed his lips. "Oh trust me, I will. Come on, let's move straight to the graves."
"Wait. The documents in the car." She didn't see any.
He picked them out and kept them.
They walked towards the graves.