Then rotate your hips around some. Like this." She gave an exaggerated demonstration. I was really starting to feel horrified at what I had become.She...turned again and went out the door. I did my best to imitate her; as I left, I noted that like her, I was almost as wide as the door. The hall was wider than the doorway, but if we'd been going in opposite directions, passing would have involved close physical contact. I followed her -- what was her name? She hadn't introduced herself -- down the. But we both know that's only part of the reason why you're here. You want to get fucked don't you Susan? You want to feel my cock ploughing your furrow like I did with your friend Sharon, don't you?'Susan nodded. 'Yes. It turned me on when you stared at me and took the photos. Nobody has ever stared at me like that before.''Very well then, this is how it is. You are not, nor ever will be, my girlfriend. I don't love, or even particularly like you. You are nothing more to me than a fuck-toy.. It is fleshy, wet, hot, appealing – and throbbing. I groan with pleasure, as I feel his dick pulse against my fingers, up into his fat knot pushing against my g-spot, up into the tip of his dick probing and spraying more of his hot cum against my cervix.Fuck, I can feel another orgasm start to build.As I bite my lips in pleasure, his bitch to breed, I feel a continuous stream of his and my cum flowing down my thighs. I lazily open my eyes and look under me to see a huge pool of his white cum. The right arm of it however had a very broken floor with a considerable amount of rubble lying about. Not difficult to walk across with plenty of light and watching where you put your feet but a nightmare to cross with your eyes closed without stumbling. Jennifer pressed on down the left hand turn. From somewhere deep within this passage Jennifer could detect another noise. It was a deep throbbing hum almost on the edge of her hearing. She rather felt it in her diaphragm than heard it audibly.