Though theses circumstances didn’t seem very lucky. It seemed as if hours had gone by, but it was hard to tell in the luke warm darkness of this und...rground prison. She only knew that the stone against her body was cold and her nipples had been hard since she regained consciousness. They ached to be caressed perhaps licked even. Morrigan had tried to remain as still as possible to avoid giving herself cuts and scrapes against the bare rock. It seemed to her that the more unharmed and intact. ” She tried to smile, but couldn’t. “Yeah. It was tough.”“Don’t you think you passed it? I know it wasn’t that hard.”“Well, Mr. Bryant, to tell you the truth, I think I flunked. I-I just wasn’t ready for it,” she admitted. As she spoke, she became hypnotized by the man’s deep eyes.“I’m sorry to hear that, Sylvia. Here, we have a little time. It’s your lunch break, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“Well, would you like to go over your test with me? You might not have done as badly as you think.”As the slut. She sat down on it and flopped back, spreading her legs wide. This time, her outer lips pulled apart. They had darkened and swollen even larger. Nestled inside was a dark ridge with a pea-sized bump at the bottom. Below that, her tear-shaped vaginal entrance beckoned pinkly and wetly to me. A thick strand of translucent white fluid was stretched across the opening. More of it was oozing out of her hole and beginning to drip down to her dark, crinkly anus. I dazedly walked over to her with my. Becky’s next question made her friend blush, “Tell us what you like about her?”“Becks, please,” I pretended to plead with her, hoping I’d adopted the air of a person who was truly embarrassed. “No,” my wife’s voice was stern, and I could feel my cock starting to react to it. “I want you to tell us what you find attractive about Hillary - she’s a married woman - you dirty pervert.” “Well, I…” I halted with a stutter, as though genuinely unsure of what to say next. “I like your thighs Hillary,.