They were not what I was after, so I did not lead them on too much. In the meantime an airline crew from Lufthansa showed up, pilots, attendants, and ...tewards all in tow. They had come back over from the airport and must have had a long layover as they all ordered drinks, food and were quite boisterous. Two guys in that group were very good looking. One of them was obviously married as he wore a wedding ring. The other had no ring. I was torn about who I wanted to fuck, but if you know me from. ”We descended. I use the internet. I’d heard about dungeons, seen photos. Thought it was all make-believe. It wasn’t. We passed an open door, wide, solid, dark oak, through which I could see the impedimenta of a mediaeval torture dungeon. We came to cells; bare stone walls, flagged floors. Wooden sleeping bench in each one, rings and shackles on the walls, tiny gratings up near the ceiling. Metal bucket in one corner. And in the last one, a woman. She stood as we entered the cell. Stood, with. . Sara was cuming and she wanted to keep the feeling going as she had one orgasm after another. Her cunt was soaking wet. Sam put the third finger in and finger fucked her opening her cunt wider with every stroke. Sam found her love spot on her clit and sucked on it while Sara continued to orgasm over and over again, letting out muffled screams of joy! “ I want you to fuck me, Sam” Sara said as she swung herself on top of Sam and rubbed his hard cock on her wet pussy. She sat up straight and. I did start seeing Sarah a lot more, her and her David. She was technically a Baker now not a Hanson, but that argued the point that she’d nevertheless been adopted by the man fifteen years gone, and so to my mind she was still a Hanson on one level if not legally speaking so much anymore.And then we were invited to dinner over at the Hansons. It was supposedly to recognize our engagement, mine and Anna’s. It was a command performance so we committed to attend.It seemed strange to me how things.