She giggled.This all felt good. The temperature was just right - dry and toasty. The sweat covering her body made her feel slippery and sexy. She rubb...d her legs together, they shimmied against each other as if oiled. Her crotch throbbed, the piss-ache and the fuck-feelings all blending into one. The heavy chain around her middle - part silvery, part greasy and black - cut gently into her belly-flesh like a tight belt. Even the feel of the chain was sexy. She'd had dreams about being chained up. "I got four sets - mic/transmitters and receiver/recorders," he told them. "One is for your kitchen, Will. The others are for if they go to that shrink again. We don't know which car they'll take, and the receiver will be in the car. It can receive from up to a thousand feet. The hardest part will be getting the transmitters into the wives' purses. They are very small, but you know how they switch purses all the time." If there are multiple mics and just one receiver, won't things get garbled?". Weren't they?I turned off the helmet light and forced myself to just sit there, in now perfect darkness. The mine shaft, so far as I could tell, was completely free of animal life of any kind. There were no rats, no insects, nothing that could harm me.So why was I feeling stuff crawling on me every few seconds? Why was I scratching at imaginary itches on my arms and legs?I was thirsty, too. It hadn't been all that long, I knew, since I'd had a drink of water. But it seemed long.I waited for. His mouth was by her face, his breath fluttered her hair. His action was slow and methodical. Ian took his time since he didn't have to worry about being reported by Sasha. Her pussy was tight and seemed to be grabbing at his dick on each stroke when he exited and was still quite moist from her earlier vaginal secretions. As Ian thrust himself into Sasha there was a sucking sound due to the mucus and secretions in her vagina. Inside, Sasha was still very wet but, not surprisingly, quite.