The door was held shut by a loop of rusty chain and a new padlock. A few blows from my rock hammer made short work of the lock. The newness of the loc... and the presence of the weapons made me wonder about the use of this cavern, and I looked back to see if I could see any signs of recent traffic. Sure enough, there were footprints leading both into and out of the tunnel from which I had emerged. There was another tunnel mouth north of the one from which I had emerged, and it, too, showed. The entire walk back to her car, she was aware (and so was he) that her nipples just would not go away. They were poking hard against the fabric of her dress. Every step, every jiggle, conspired to stimulate them further and she was acutely aware by the pressure inside her moist, throbbing pussy that having his lips sucking on her nipples was all she could think of. The drive back to her place seemed to take forever. Meaningless small talk and the aroma of two sexually charged people filled the. I smile back, already growing in hardness, fuelled both by the memory of a few days ago and the sight of this gorgeous young woman in a short deep blue dress that shows off her lightly tanned legs and arms beautifully. She looks around the room which is dominated by a huge shower with a marble bench shelf at the end opposite the shower head. "I think you probably need to shower, Monsieur," she says, the lightest of smiles on her mouth. "Hot or cold?" I answer back, smiling myself now. "And I. Finally, I couldn’t stand it and confronted her. She dismissed my needs with a wave of her hand. She said once we were married, she didn’t have to do those disgusting things any more. She told me that I was lucky that she “let” me screw her once a week.So that was my frame of mind as I walked the streets. I had been working downtown for a couple of years and had my standard lunch time walk. I knew every street, alley, and building for blocks around my office building. So it was a surprise when.