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Several frustratingly fruitless days followed. Early in the search Lord Roft had volunteered (insisted, in fact) to assist Lara track the amulet down. His Lordship made inquiries with known collectors of Persian and Mesopotamian artefacts. Meanwhile Lara and Taylor searched through all the relevant internet databases of archaeological finds in that part of the world. Lara also, with the assistance of a couple of old contacts, checked to see if any piece like the amulet had ever been seen in the antiques black market. Lara, being a genie, did not need to sleep and so would continue her research right throughout the night. Her newfound powers, though, could do nothing to guard her from emotional exhaustion. As the tally of dead ends began to mount up, Lara found herself taking extended breaks from the research, often taking a walk around the manor grounds with her mother and/or father, who were always eager to spend the time with their long lost daughter.

One night, in the late hours after Taylor and Lara had decided that they had done enough researching for the day, they moved off into Lara's room to have a friendly conversation over a bottle of savignon blanc from Lady Croft's wine cellar. Taylor was surprised at first to see that Lara's room was about double the size of his own. Part of it was made up almost like a mini-living room, complete with a couch and coffee table, where the two of them sat down. Tired of reading, talking and thinking about nothing but the amulet for the past few days, neither Lara nor Taylor had any desire to talk about it now. Instead they shared their personal histories. Taylor found himself fascinated by Lara's tales of her fantastic (almost unbelievable) adventures, and Lara, ever the historian, enjoyed learning about the past of the man who had released her from the lamp.

"...and then when I dropped out of applied mathematics," Taylor continued as he poured Lara another glass of wine, "I signed up for an IT course, which held my interest for almost the entire first year, while I minored in archaeology, which I quickly became quite interested in. Mind you, by this time the debt from all those other courses was starting to mount up, and short of helping me find Lincoln's gold, there wasn't much chance of an education in archaeology securing my financial future," he said, prompting a chuckle from Lara. "So I went back and finished the engineering course, got my batchelor's, and an old classmate got me a low-level job in the city planning department. I stayed with the archaeology course, part time at least, for a couple of years before work got in the way..." he lamented. "I'd kinda hoped that at some point I'd be able to return to archaeology and even work on some digs..."

"...So what was that all up? Six courses you did?" Lara asked.

"Uh... seven," Taylor said, stalling for a moment as the alcohol had begun to impede his ability to count.

"Seven. My, my, my... You're a jack of all trades, aren't you?" Lara smiled as she sipped her wine.

"...Master of none," Taylor said, returning Lara's smile.

"Don't sell yourself short!" Lara chided. "You deciphered that map carved into the princess's sarcophagus. There must have been hundreds of seasoned archaeologists who have examined that design since we discovered it, myself included, but you were the first person who managed to see more than just a bunch of pictures. I think that's remarkable."

"Thanks," Taylor responded modestly. "I guess I always have been good at puzzles..."

"Well there you go! Taylor Rourke: Master of Puzzles," Lara said with a smile. "It's not your fault that they don't offer university degrees in puzzle-solving." They both had a good chuckle.

"When I was a kid, my mum used to buy me puzzle books all the time, you know those cheap ones they sell at magazine racks in supermarkets? And when I was, like, seven, she'd be buying me the books marked '13 years and older'..."

"Really?" Lara asked, fascinated.

"Yep. I've always loved the things. I always get a real feeling of accomplishment when I solve the things, you know?"

"So what was it that inspired you to apply your extraordinary skills to the design of the princess's sarcophagus?"

"Well... Let's be honest, this was the tomb of Alladin that you guys had discovered. You couldn't help being interested. Hell, the whole world was hanging out for ages just waiting to hear from you guys whether you'd found a lamp in there or not. And of course it was big news when you vanished without a trace. But I guess the thing that really caught my interest were the rumours that Alladin had built a vault for his wife, and that there was supposed to be a map in the tomb, but you guys couldn't find it. So I started gathering all the info I could. Just downloading all the official stuff the project managers had released to the public at first. Then I started getting my hands on inside information, through old archaeology classmates who had friends, who had friends on the expedition and research teams. I still didn't get much, but one of the things I did get was a nice detailed photo of the left side of the princess's sarcophagus. It took me weeks before I came up with the whole constellation idea. But when I did... and when I checked it and realised that it pointed to a set of Persian ruins," Taylor said as he stared out into space, a radiant smile on his face, "there was that feeling of accomplishment again."

"I can imagine," Lara said. "But there's something I still don't understand. Why did you go to all the trouble of travelling to the vault yourself? I mean, if you don't mind me saying so, it was a very expensive venture considering your financial situation," she asked with a masterful balance of frankness and tact.

"I don't know..." Taylor said uncomfortably, as he searched himself for an answer. "I guess... I guess I really thought that I had something, that I'd discovered something really important. I guess I thought that this was my big break, my chance to become a real archaeologist."

"But you could have had all that, anyway, if you had passed your discovery on to the members of the Hal'hadin's tomb expedition," Lara pointed out.

"And then what? Become some reference in the back pages of the official report? 'Professor Drummond would like to extend special thanks to Taylor Rourke'? Lara, I thought I had a shot at doing something important. I thought that I could be the guy who discovered the princess's vault," he explained, as a saddened look crossed his face. "Turns out, though, that I got there second. But I guess I should be thanking you for that, shouldn't I?" Things turned awkwardly silent. Lara's sympathetic expression never changed as she continued to gaze at Jeff, but he would not look at her. Eventually, she spoke, in a calm, deliberate voice.

"Just so that you know, what you did; going out there, finding the lamp, bringing me back here... It was important to me. And it was important to my family," she said.

"I know," Taylor responded, finally looking at her with a smile, which she returned. "Believe me, Lara, I'm not ungrateful. I'm really happy to see you back with your parents again. And I am so glad that I've gotten to meet you. Going to the vault was anything but a disappointment. It's just that... You know, listening to all your stories about the things you've discovered, and thinking about some of the mysteries out there that've been intriguing mankind for centuries... I just wish that I could make a great archaeological discovery of my own, you know?"

Between the alcohol and comfortable mood, Taylor had completely forgotten that he was in the presence of a genie and needed to be careful about saying the word "wish". Lara's lips began to part in warning, but it was too late. Before she could say anything the wish had been made. In a poof of dark red smoke, a tablet of red granite, about an inch thick, appeared in mid air about two feet above Taylor's lap, which it proceeded to land on, with a painful-sounding thud.

"Oh! Jesus!" Taylor exclaimed in agony, spilling most of his wine on the couch.

"I'm sorry Taylor, I had no choice," Lara lamented.

"What did you do that for?" Taylor whined, more confused than upset, as he pushed the heavy tablet onto the space on the couch between them.

"You wished that you could make a great archaeological discovery. I assume that this tablet will give you the means to do so..."

Taylor mumbled quiet curses while rubbing his thighs, when all of a sudden he realised what had happened. "I just used up a wish?" he asked, looking at Lara, who simply nodded in response. "Ah damnit! I didn't mean to do that," he said to himself, as he began to rub his sore thighs again. Taking a good look at the tablet of the first time, Taylor could see that there was a fairly extensive latin inscription carved into it's polished surface. Taylor could tell from the classic style of the script that the tablet was probably from the roman empire, roughly around the time of Christ. All the same, he couldn't really read it. "Would you mind?" he asked, looking sheepishly at Lara. "My latin's what you could call 'crappius maximus'..." Lara manoeuvred around behind Taylor, studying the tablet over his shoulder. Instantly her attention was drawn to the name carved at it's base.

"Marcus Antonius," she read aloud, tapping on the name with two of her fingers. "These are the words of Mark Antony." Both of the young archaeologists instinctively leaned closer to the tablet, their interest piqued by it's famous author. Lara began reading it from the top. "On this day, those of us who remained loyal commission the greatest of all catacombs. It shall be built as the final resting place for... Oh my god!" Lara exclaimed, trembling. "I think these are directions to the tomb of Julius Caesar!"

"Oh my god!" Taylor said, echoing Lara, as he became deeply engrossed in the tablet, despite the fact that he could not read a word of it. They turned to each other with smiles of giddy elation, both lost for words. "This is incredible!" Taylor eventually said, as he stared into Lara's captivating brown eyes.

"Yes... It is." Lara replied, not entirely referring to the tablet. As she returned his gaze, she was instilled with an elusive sense of comfort that she'd recently begun to notice whenever their eyes met.

"So... um... where does it say he is?" Taylor awkwardly inquired, turning his attention back to the slab.

"Well... Now, where was I?" Lara muttered as she searched the tablet for where she'd left off. "...It shall be carved and constructed beneath the city, eastwards and downwards from midway along the third branch from where the great northern and western passages intersect... it goes on..."

"A map! We need a map of the roman catacombs!" Taylor interrupted.

"We have a complete set of catacomb maps in the library," Lara declared. With a graceful wave of her hand, all of the Croft's tablecloth-sized maps of the catacombs beneath Rome were teleported into the room. Together, Taylor and Lara used the tablet to deduce the route to the tomb and plot it out on one of the charts. The course turned out to lead through a previously undiscovered catacomb, walled off from a well-known one, that in turn sported a section of wall that concealed the entrance to Caesar's tomb. Within twenty minutes they had completed a detailed map to the resting place of one history's greatest leaders.

"...And there he is: Gaius Julius Caesar," Taylor announced as he drew a sloppy circle around the position they'd estimated the actual tomb to be. Scarcely able to believe what they now had in their possession, Lara and Taylor stared at each other, beaming. Caught up in the emotion of the moment, they wrapped their arms tightly around each other, laughing in delight. Then, as the hug began to break off, Lara leaned forward and kissed Taylor tenderly on the lips. She had caught him by surprise, but because her eyes were closed, she didn't notice the stunned expression on his face until the kiss ended. As she lost herself in his wide-open grey eyes, a million questions began to onslaught her mind.

Why had she done that? Was it a mistake? Was she about to regret doing it? What did Jeff think about it? Did he enjoy it? What was he thinking now? What did he think about her?

Before she had a chance to even begin to answer them, Taylor pressed his lips firmly against her own. Their embrace tightened once again, eliminating the small amount of empty space between their bodies. When the kiss ended, another began, and when that one ended another followed it, each one more passionate than the last. By now, the doubts Lara had been having mere seconds ago had abandoned her completely. Lara had taught herself to never be indecisive when she was pursuing something she wanted, and right now she really wanted to fuck Taylor's brains out.

Her feet pushed off the ground and she wrapped her legs around Taylor's waist, grinding her hips firmly against his body. The passionate kissing continued, and Lara moved one hand up to begin running her fingers through Taylor's thick black hair. Gentle moans of arousal began to issue from both master and slave. After one very prolonged kiss, Taylor pulled his lips away, and turned his head slightly so that he could look over Lara's shoulder to see a clear path to the bed. Lara's relentless lips continued their foreplay, undeterred by Taylor's diverted attention. She padded gentle kisses along his cheek, until she got to the bottom of his ear, which she then began to suck and nibble.

Taylor in the meantime, had carried his eager companion across the large bedroom. He had almost tripped over the small step up to the raised area the bed was on, but had managed to maintain his balance. He sat Lara down on the mattress, and she released him from her embrace, but not before stealing a long, open-mouthed kiss. She scootched over towards the far side of the bed as Taylor hurriedly kicked off his shoes, before climbing onto the mattress beside her. They were both sitting up as he leaned over towards Lara to resume kissing her, while running one hand slowly along her hip and up her back.

Lara's imaginative mind had already begun to think about the matter of their clothing, and had called forth her magic to give all of their outer garments the structural integrity of tissue paper, without altering their appearance in any way. Taylor had been firmly caressing Lara's back when he first heard the loud tearing noise. Breaking off an increasingly enjoyable kiss, he leaned back in surprise when he saw the large piece of Lara's torn jacket, and smaller piece of her blouse, that he now held in his hand. Even horny as a rutting stag, he never would've thought he'd have the strength to accidentally do something like that. Lara chuckled at his confused expression.

"Don't worry," she smiled as she began to run her fingers up the top of his chest, "I can always conjure another outfit just the same..." She leaned forward and tenderly pushed her lips against his, picking up the kiss where they'd left off. Now realising that the damage was somehow Lara's doing, Taylor wrapped his arms around Lara and began firmly caressing her back, enjoying every new tearing sound he heard. Lara's fingers had by now carved a trail of ten large parallel tears in his shirt and jacket, which ran over his collarbone on both sides of his neck. After a few more agile caresses, Lara had torn the tops of his shirt and jacket to shreds, baring everything above the shoulders. It wasn't long before the lovers-to-be were playfully tearing the clothes off each other in large sheets, giggling and laughing like two children unwrapping Christmas presents.

When the last bothersome shreds of material had been torn and shaken from their bodies, Lara wrapped her scantily-clad body around Taylor's, like a venus fly trap ensnaring it's prey. All that remained of his clothing were his blue cotton briefs, which were struggling to contain what was obviously a powerful erection. All that remained of hers were a stitchless smooth peach-colored bra, and matching panties. The bra supported her ideal breasts in such a way that it made her cleavage a remarkably inviting sight, while the panties were beginning to show the slightest signs of a damp stain.

Lara and Taylor again pushed their lips passionately together, as their hands found ways of spur the arousal on in their partner's body. She resumed caressing Tayor's hair with one hand, while reaching down to fondle his butt with her other. Taylor's hand was similarly delighting in the sensation of holding Lara's curvaceous posterior in it's grasp, while it's partner had slid one of her bra straps over her shoulder and began fumbling around with the clasp at the back. Then without warning, his attentions seemed to lose their momentum, his hands becoming motionless. Lara noticed that her passion was barely being returned in their kisses, too, so she pulled away, realising from Taylor's expression that he was deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

"You remember back in the cave, how you couldn't speak when I told you to be quiet? Even though you wanted to?" he said, contemplatively. He had only now noticed that Lara's hair was flowing down her back full and loose. She must've only recently unravelled her braid with her magic.

"Taylor, As much as I enjoy reflecting on the past, I don't think this is really helping the mood," Lara drolly replied, still randy as a teenager, despite the implication that she was otherwise.

"I can control your body," Taylor concluded, with a suspiciously subdued smile.Llara looked at him quizzically, as she began to wonder what he was thinking exactly. She didn't manage to work out Taylor's little scheme, in the few short seconds before he put it into practice. "Come," he said in a calm, but commanding tone.

Lara's entire body shook violently as an intense orgasm suddenly assailed her. It lasted only a split second, but what it lacked in duration in made up for in quality. "Dear god!" Lara moaned, as she struggled to catch her breath. "That was ama..."

"Come," Taylor repeated, with a self-satisfied smirk. Another tremor rocked her body, but this time the orgasm was much more prolonged. Her every muscle tensed and she bit down on her lower lip, muffling a quiet whimper. While inside, hot sexual pleasure consumed her like wildfire.

"Oh...Oh wow!" Lara panted, as her body went limp again. She was still sitting upright under her own power, albeit quite unsteadily, with her eyes still closed and her head leaning over to one side.

"Come," Taylor commanded again, still in the same quiet tone.

Lara cried out in delight as she instinctively pushed her womanhood as hard as she could against Jeff's rigid member. Had their privates not been separated by two sets of underwear she would have buried his rod deep within herself. The orgasm lasted for countless seconds, her sex ablaze with the most powerful level of pleasure yet. But this time, the orgasm was not as satisfying. The sensation of Taylor's mighty bulge pushing against her sheathed opening triggered a new level of lust within her. She craved Taylor's large cock, now. She needed it. Needed to feel it inside of her. Needed it to feel it filling a void, a hunger, that was beginning to drive her crazy. Needed to feel it blasting the fluids of it's climax into the very heart of the sex-driven creature she had now become.

As the orgasm waned, Lara softly moaned as her body relaxed. Her hips slid down his thighs, and her head fell on to her shoulder. Only Taylor's arms were keeping her upright, had he not been holding her, she surely would've collapsed flat onto the mattress. Her breathing was loud and ragged, causing her sizeable breasts to heave to and fro. Taylor could not help but enjoy the appealing spectacle for a moment, before getting back to business.

"Co..." he began, but before he could give the command, Lara summoned a surge of strength and hurled herself forward, pushing her lips against his in an intense open-mouthed kiss. She did it partially out of a primal need to lavish affection of the man who had been pleasuring her so, but mostly to buy herself some time to recover before he sent her into another orgasm. But Lara was too out-of-breath to sustain the kiss for long. Her mouth slipped away from Taylor's and began drawing deep breaths once again. Taylor watched her with a sly smile. He couldn't help but admire her cunning method of stalling him, but he had made his decision to give her one last orgasm before the real action began.

"Come," He ordered in that same calm tone. Every neuron in Lara's body went haywire as a meltdown of pleasure stormed through her. She flung her head back as far as it would go, baying a loud moan of sheer ecstasy at the ceiling. Once again her privates pushed against his ever-hardening cock, in a vain attempt to achieve penetration.

Her back arched further and further with each second that passed without the orgasm subsiding, presenting her breasts to him in a very attractive manner. With a considerable degree of self control, Taylor abstained from adoring the luscious mounds themselves (promising himself he would give them plenty of attention later), instead leaning forward to plant a tender kiss on the smooth skin between them. Lara could barely feel him there. She was caught in a crossfire within her own body, between an amazing orgasm, and a maddening need to have sex with Taylor. Her awareness was all but drowned out. And then in an instant, it all came rushing back, as her impassioned moan trailed off into silence and every muscle in her body went slack. She was exhausted. By now, her panties were saturated with her juices. Taylor, realising that the orgasm had run it's course, pulled Lara back upright. Mustering her strength, Lara guided her heavy head onto Taylor's shoulder.

"Please... Please, Master..." she pleaded, as JTylor gently brushed her hair out of her face. "It's so wonderful... so much pleasure... but I need to have you, too. Please, Taylor... fuck me!" Lara opened her eyes as she felt some strength beginning to return to her, looking up into Taylor's. He gazed back, into Lara's lovely brown eyes, with a look of sympathy. They betrayed her utter desperation. He was somewhat surprised, considering the wild display he'd just seen (even watching it was exhausting), that Lara was so eager to continue so soon, but he didn't have the heart to balk at such a desperate plea.

"Alright," Taylor said, eagerly. A beaming smile washed over Lara's face and she lifted her head to tenderly kiss Taylor on the lips. As one kiss lead to another, and another, Lara lifted one hand, and waved it around in a gentle gesture and Lara's bra, panties and Taylor's briefs all disappeared in poofs of light smoke. The kissing continued for several moments before Taylor realised that they were now both totally naked. He pulled back just enough to run his eyes over Lara's splendid form, down her ideal hourglass figure, seeing for the first time the narrow trail of thin brown hair that lead down her mons to the gateway of her feminine pleasures. His attention was soon consumed, however, by her perfect breasts. Lara smirked playfully as she noticed the delighted expression on Taylor's face. She slowly moved her hands onto Taylor's (which had made their way down to Lara's waist), and gently guided them onto her breasts. Needing no further prompting, Taylor gently squeezed her lovely mounds. They felt as wonderful as they looked, filling his entire grasp with their supple warmth. Lara purred quietly, as Taylor's attentions to her breasts (which were still erogenous from the orgasms) sent a buzz of pleasure through her.

"Is this everything you hoped it would be?" she asked, with a seductive smile.

"It's so much more..."Taylor responded, as he continued to gently fondle Lara's breasts. "You are utterly gorgeous!" he said with undeniable sincerity.

By way of thanking him for the compliment, Lara leaned forward and tenderly kissed him on the lips once again. At the same time, she gracefully slid her hips up along Taylor's thighs. He moaned as he felt the tip of his cock come in to contact with the smooth skin of Lara's mons. Lara's hips did not stop there, though, continuing their slow advance until Taylor's rigid penis was gently sandwiched between their two bodies. A few seconds later, Lara ended the kiss.

"This is only the beginning..." she purred, as she wrapped her arms around Taylor's neck once again. "What I'm about to do to you is gonna be more magical than all the things you've seen in this past week, combined," she declared with an almost sinister smile. Before he even had a chance to respond, Lara lifted her hips and plunged her roasting hot snatch onto Taylor's magnificent erection. Lara moaned in delight as the ecstasy stampeded up her torso. It seemed like she'd been craving this forever, and for a brief moment, Lara found herself wondering just how long she had been wanting this to happen.

Meanwhile, Taylor growled as the amazing sensation of Lara's slick womanhood sliding onto his cock sent all of his animal instincts into overdrive. Her lips out of reach, Taylor threw his head forward and began passionately kissing the side of her neck. What remained of Taylor's conscious mind devoted itself to delaying his orgasm as long as humanly possible - he was in no hurry for this amazing experience to finish. He waited until his rod was completely inside of her before he began to slowly rock his hips backwards and forwards. Lara instinctively began to move up and down his maleness, while her head dove forward to begin passionately kissing him once again. Taylor's hand's moved down her body to hold her firm butt and help guide her motions so that the two of them could develop a mutual rhythm. They kissed only a few times, before Lara lost herself in a reverie of sheer pleasure and began to hum an arousing song of sexual delight. Taylor nuzzled and kissed Lara's perfect breasts, as his manhood moved in and out of her heavenly opening in an ever-quickening rhythm.

After a while, Taylor leaned forward, moving his hands up Lara's back, to lay her down on the mattress, making sure that her head found a pillow. Lara's arms dropped on to the mattress, but her legs remained tightly wrapped around Taylor's hips, holding them to hers like a vice, ensuring his member remained inside her hungry pussy. When Lara seemed comfortable, Taylor began to heave and haul his cock within her once again. Lara released her embracing legs a little to allow Taylor to move in wider strokes, yet not so much that she ran the risk of Taylor's rod leaving her completely. She was riding on the edge. Her hands absent-mindedly pulled on the blanket beneath her, as her body writhed in slow, impassioned motions. Her moans were building up in volume, indicating to Taylor that her orgasm was not far away.

Taylor was grinding his hips against Lara's at an ever-increasing rate. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, faster and faster. With every thrust he stoked the fire burning in her sexual furnace, fuelling and inciting it. It would not be long before it became a wild inferno that would consume her entire body. Lara's anxious moans gradually began to form into words.

"Uhh... Ohhh... Oh Yes... Yes... Oh God Yes! Mmmm.... Ohhhh...."

The slick walls of Lara's tight canal slid over the head of Taylor's volatile cock, and along the shaft with every motion he made. Each caress of her delectable flesh threatened to be the one that would shatter his self-restraint and send him into orgasm. He was somewhat relieved when Lara's moans suddenly began to rapidly increase in their intensity.

"Oh Yes...Ohmydeargodinheavenimcoming! I'm coming! YES! YES! OOOOOOOOOH!" Lara's strong legs tightened around Taylor's hips, pulling his manhood deep into her body as she descended into the sheer rapture of orgasm. The sudden jolt of being pulled into Lara's tightened snatch was enough to send Taylor over the edge as well. Instinctively pushing his hips against Lara's with all his strength, Taylor uttered a guttural moan of delight, as his cock pumped mammoth bursts of his seed into the enticing center of the gorgeous brunette.

As every last ounce of strength collected in his crotch, Taylor's arms began to quiver under his weight. He collapsed on top of Lara, but gently. The two of them layed there together, moaning and writhing as ecstasy cascaded through them both. Before long their mutual orgasm began to wane, as Taylor's depleted loins fired the last few spurts of semen they could produce into their tormentor. Both Lara and Taylor layed there, motionless as they caught their breath. After a few seconds, Taylor moved off of Lara, his cock sliding out of her glistening hole. Her limp legs fell away from him as he shifted, no longer constraining his movement.

Taylor made his way over to the pillow beside Lara's, lying back on to the mattress with a contented sigh. No sooner had he layed his head down when Lara rolled over, draping her naked body half over his and snuggling up to him. She waved one hand, weakly, and within a few seconds, the bed blanket and topsheet had risen above their bodies, like the water level of a bathtub, before becoming solid once again. With the little energy she had left, Lara leaned her head up, and drank warm tender kisses from Taylor's lips.

Taylor wrapped one arm around her, running his fingers gently through her long hair. Lara's kisses nicely complimented the sense of exhausted contentment found in the wake of amazing sex. He wanted to reciprocate her affection, but was too tired to do anything more physical than a gentle caress. When Lara's lips slipped away from his for just an instant, Taylor gave his command one last time, "Come."

Lara's eyes opened in surprise, and Taylor felt her entire body tense up. Her mouth hung open as if she were moaning, but no sound came out. Lara's eyelids fluttered wildly and her eyeballs rolled back into her head. The silent orgasm lasted only a couple of seconds. When it was over, Lara's head collapsed onto Taylor's shoulder and she was fast asleep.

Taylor gazed over at his peaceful lover, admiring her incredible beauty once again. Noticing the big grin she was sporting, Taylor could not help but be proud of himself for providing her with what was quite obviously a satisfying experience. With a happy sigh, Taylor turned his gaze upward, as he began to take stock of what had just happened.

He had been strongly attracted to Lara ever since they first met. For most of that time, he had secretly fantasised about fucking her and tonight it had actually happened. "I didn't even have to wish for it!" Taylor thought to himself, as he began to unconsciously trail his fingers up and down Lara's spine.

He layed there for several minutes, simply enjoying the warmth of a beautiful, young, naked female body on top of his own, occasionally yawning as drowsiness began to get the better of him. Before his eyelids became too heavy to keep open, Taylor turned his head and once again admired Lara's lovely face, thinking back to something that she had said to him earlier in the night. She was right: his one-man expedition to Kazakhstan was a huge risk. But it had turned out to be the best investment he had ever made.

Taylor closed his eyes and went to sleep, smiling.