The hallway was bleak, a stretch of grey-painted cinderblock punctuated with steel doors at irregular intervals. Britt unlocked one and pushed the doo... open, its hinges squealing angrily. She flicked on the overhead light. The sight took Abby’s breath away. The walls hung with heavy tapestries. Benches and pillows described the outer perimeter of the room. On a platform in the center of the room stood an object that Abby recalled from history texts. She’d never seen one in real life, having. Our Monday morning love making was certainly a surprisingturn of events of that morning. Strange as it may seem, we almost always make love on the mornings that I am there and most of that morning was spent just holding each other and breathing in the others aromas and always taking advantage of the others soft lips. I know virtually every kiss that morning was a soft moist one with you, and your natural breath taste was keeping me alert. I'm not sure what causes it, but those early morning. Aged somewhere between 9 and 12. But I love her look, so when I put on that dress. I pretend to be Victoria. My actual name is Sarah Thomas. I’s my pleasure to meet you both” Anna’s turn, she laughed wickedly and slapped Sarah as hard as she could manage on her still lust hardened right tit. The sound reverberated down the hall, and left a red hand print. “You Lieing Bitch” she laughed some more to show she wasn’t really mad. “It was your accent that turned me on. The way you got out of. His claws dug into my sides as he grew & grew inside me, I started to collapse under his weight when the skinny guy came over and was instructing the other dog, the hound to lay down on his back, legs spread. "He likes when you lick his peter." he said. Since my face was already down there I really didn't have much choice.The sight of your fat wife being fucked my one dog and sucking off another in the backyard is cause for a celebration, Chance must have thought. Once the dog I was sucking.