Heading left, after a decent duckwalk and crawl, the duct work opened on a dimly lit, large, roughly hewn, rock chamber with a puddle of dirty water o... the floor. Wendy was near the ceiling, the puddle... 20 feet below. Wendy was looking down at the puddle.The puddle was moving. Here and there were bone piles of creatures she'd only imagined in dreams ... the nightmare in the closet kind of dreams. The puddle flowed up to a pile ... enveloped it and sloshed back to the center of the room.The. When Heather had walked out on Jake that night, she’d gone through a myriad of emotions – hurt that they hadn’t been able to work things out, a sense of desperation wanting him to come after her, anger at how much he’d degraded and humiliated her, and then finally acceptance that they were better off apart. A part of her still harbored a lot of anger towards him for what he’d done to her, yet at the same time, a part of her remembered the good, decent human being he’d been when they had married. "Yes" I groaned "Mooooooore" Then I felt a pair of hands slide across my breast from the right and another pair from the left. His hands were still on my hips! There were others in the room! They had been watching the whole time? A wave of erotic passion washed over me ... 'They watched us have sex. They wanted me, like when I was dancing!' I thought. A fresh erotic surge filled my pussy. "Still want more?" he asked. "Oh yes!" I groaned "More!!!!" Three pairs of hands carressed. He looked around in wonder. This was not the bedroom of a dreary spinster. The bed was huge, with frame of mahogany that had been carved into fantastical creatures. It looked solid enough to take his weight without a squeak and was littered with plump pillows. The bedside cabinet was piled high with books. There was no other clutter. She put down the candelabra, and turned to him, the perfect hostess. ‘The dressing screen is over there Do you need – ‘ He interrupted her. ‘Take off your.