As I made my way into the tunnel, I watched carefully for branch shafts and dropshafts. To my relief, there were few of the former and none of the lat...er. At each juncture, I took the right-hand branch after stopping to chip a numeric designator and an arrow indicating the path back to the surface. These marks chipped into the stone of the walls were my 'bread crumbs' to help me find my way out on the return trip. The numbers would help find my way back to anything that might need revisiting. She could feel the jarring impact of his hairy ball sac, each time her trust on her upturned ass. There was no passion, Scott was simply using her like a worthless whore. She knew that the only thing he cared about was his own pleasure, and her humiliation.“Yeah…. you’re a great fuck,” he moaned. “You fucking know how to move…. shake that ass…. Move It!”“Ooooooohhhhhaaaaammmm…. My God…. mmmmmmmmmooooohhhh…. Yeah!” she cried, she couldn’t help it, the feelings pulsing through her young teenage. “No way!” I said aggressively. “Yes you will honey, or else!” she laughed. “ I bought you a lovely dress for the occasion.” Yet another nightmare ahead I thought. The Saturday morning she announced that she had also booked us both into the local beauty salon. My heart dropped again. “You need your hair styling, those eyebrows thinning and your nails doing. They will also pierce your ears honey.” Good grief I thought. I went upstairs and changed into an ivory lace bra. My breast areas had grown. ”“Okay, God this feel so good, By the way, you know this will make me cum so hard I will saturate the bed don’t you?”“Yes. Now take the toy out and ease the water bottle inside slow and easy. The water will help spread that hole wide. Damn, I'm so fucking hot and needy!”Since the phone was on speaker phone, it allowed me to play with my nipples as I slid the bottle into my pulsating hole. I moaned, groaned, and gasped in delight from the pain and pleasure of the bottle going inside me. I would.