1. The Jaguar Shaman II


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Body modification, Mind Control, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: OregonDavid, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    and Paul walked over to the burial mound dig site. They all descended and gazed on the remains of the Last Jaguar Shaman. “Amazing. Simply amazing. I honestly thought we were chasing a rumor. To see him here, in the flesh so to speak, it is simply amazing,” admitted Wayne Eschelmann. “You’ve got to be so proud, Paul David. You have completed the journey begun by your great grandfather so many years ago.” Paul smiled and said nothing. Three of the four visitors knelt at the remains, carefully examining the protruding bones and stones. The fourth, Anastasi Alfero, stood aside and gazed at Paul. He knew all he needed to know. When the three elder archeologists got to their feet, excited grins on their faces, Anastasi spoke. “We will erect the Museo Pacifica de Nacional over this dig. The bones will remain where they, just as they are. The former plantation house will be rebuilt to its original grandeur and become the headquarters for the new complex. The other digs will continue, but this dig will remain as it is. There will be cottages for visiting scientists between here and the sea. An airport will cause too much disruption of the native jungle, but a heliport will make a minimal impact. Four days a week it will be open to the public. Three days will be set aside for the scientists to work uninterrupted. “ “We don’t have funding for a project of that magnitude. I will have to go to the legislature, it may take years to get even part of the funding approved,” lamented the ...
    curator, who relished the idea of having two national museums to curate. “The funding is already secured. When we ask Mr. David and Miss McCoy to speak to our legislature, they will gladly approve reassigning this part of the national park to the national museum. It will be a boon to the area and increase the amount of tourists to the peninsula by a hundred thousand or so annually.” “How can you be so certain?” asked the worried curator. “Because everyone will want to visit the last known site of the Jaguar Shaman, particularly when Paul reveals the nature and origin of the Diquis spheres.” “How can you be so certain? You didn’t even examine the remains,” queried Eschelmann. “Miss McCoy,” gestured Anastasi with a small flourish, “if you would be so kind.” Kari took each man by the hand and looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. She projected thoughts of calm assurance that this was indeed the Jaguar Shaman and Anastasi was painting an accurate picture. “I think it’s time for celebration!” interjected Lowe. “Past time in fact.” The group spent an hour looking at all the other digs. When the returned to the cook shack the party was well under way and the grill had been lit. The guitar appeared and everyone joined in the revelry. Anastasi even took up the guitar with the permission of the owner and re-tuned it to an open-G, which is the more classic setup and then spent the next two hours playing Flamenco, Caribbean and Spanish tunes while everyone else danced and drank. Eschelmann ...