Tess awoke some time later still groggy from her storm of pleasure. She yawned and grabbed her teddy a little tighter. Then, it hit her like a bag of ...ocks all the feeling and memories of what transpired earlier. She spun around to find to her surprise that the bed was dry and unsoiled. This was strange because she distinctly remembered wetting the bed. Her worry soon passed as it was replaced with a wave of nausea. Falling back on the bed Tess was overcome with what had transpired. She had. He grabbed both of my legs and threw them on top of his shoulders. He knew that I loved this position. He pounded me hard right then and there making me beg for mercy. All the while he was telling me how good, tight and wet that my pussy was all over his dick. This made me only more wet. Soon he had my pussy flowing with juices. He licked his fingers and put them down on my soaking mound and began rubbing my clit. Soon, I was climaxing and orgasming. My juices flowed all over his still rock. He showed the image to Ponce through the viewfinder."Whaddya think Anthony," Thompson said. "If I didn't know better, I'd say those were three gigantic Fleshlights down there." You mean flashlights?" Ponce responded."No, Fleshlights," Thompson said. "It's a kind of sex toy for men ... don't ask how I know ... but you'd slip a hard cock in there at the top where it looks like a pair of pussy lips." You're right," Ponce said. "Those do look like pussy lips. Tell you what — unless they start to do. I snorted and followed.The floor sloped down at an easy angle as we walked, the tunnel continuing to run ruler-straight for about three hundred feet before splitting off to the left and right.Sharing a "Now what?" look, we followed first the left and then the right-hand paths, finding the typical thick, wooden dungeon doors at both ends. Scent was useless, the smoking candles and earth doing much to eliminate all but the most basic of traceable smells that told us only that people regularly.