At first it was difficult for her to see anything but as her eyes slowing adjusted to the darkness she could see that this was a small dungeon with bu... a few chambers and no doors.She saw that the corridor in front of had chambers branching off to the left and right, she walked down the path before her as the cold enveloped her naked body, she held the items she carried even more tightly. There was no other sound other than the sound of her footsteps on the rock floor. She expected to hear at. It simply said “With love from Sylvia xxxx “. Jenny told me that she had been given it as a leaving present by Sylvia, who was probably her best friend. I had met Sylvia a few times, a slightly younger, taller, but equally beautiful version of Jenny. I knew little about her, apart from the fact that she had been single for 5 or 6 years, having had an older husband who had died in a road accident, and that she had been left well enough off not to have to work, although she did. The object was. The flitting candlelight shows her pert breasts heaving with passion, pink nipples hardened by desire. Her coffee hair falls gently over her face and cascades down her back like a tropical waterfall. She silently summons me to her and enters the shower. The steam swirls around her like fog in the wake of a water nymph. I follow her and the steamy water envelops my body, washing away the pain and weariness leaving nothing pure desire. Out of the heat and fog, she comes to me. Beads of water. My feet in the air and my ass ready for her. Allison added a little more lube but before entering me again, handed me a small remote. The wire lead to her pussy. The little she-devil had a vibrator in her pussy. I turned the vibrator up. Allison jumped a little from the extra sensation. She stood still for a moment enjoying the sensation. Her nipples were becoming darker and more erect. I knew she was close to cumming. I reached down to touch her pussy but the leather of the strap-on covered.