It was torture.  Very, very pleasant feeling torture, but still torture.  Pathfinder had lost count after number eight of how many orgasms she'd had since starting in the bedroom.  She was glad, at long last, when Kanae finally wound down, got them out of the shower, dried off and then proceeded to the couch in her main room.  They passed out until the alarm that Pathfinder had pre-emptively set to let them know to get ready to leave to deal with the Sons blared out loud and clear, waking them up.  "Uhhhhhhhnnnn...nnnh?"  Pathfinder looked over, realized what time it was.<br/><br/>"Fang, get up.  We have to get going soon, otherwise we're going to miss our chance to deal with the gang..."  She started shaking the shaman, who was<em>still</em>in her.