It’s full of holes, like the ones moths chew in old clothing, and coated in a thin layer of bone dry dirt in places. I step forward to see more of i..., but the wall doesn't move. I can now approach it.I reach out to touch it, but as my hand nears, it disappears entirely, giving me an unrestricted view of the hallway which is no longer a hallway: The darkness had stopped at the edge of a massive round chamber, the other wall of which is at least 300 feet away. Here the floor drops down sharply. ” He whispers. He pinches my nipple and then flicks it with his tongue. It soothes the pain he inflicted and makes it feel so good.“Please.” I beg again.“Please what?” He asks.“Touch my pussy. Rub my clit. Let me cum. Please! Please.”“What’s my name?”With the authority he’s showing tonight. I opt for his last name.“Mr. Jacobsen.”“Good girl.” He says and trails his finger tips down my body.My legs fall open as he parts my pussy lips and rubs my wetness on my clit.My body writhes in pleasure and. I leaned in over the head of the bed for her to clean the pre-cum off me, and had to scold her as she tried to swallow me immediately. Lifting her quivering, athletic legs onto my shoulders, I rammed myself deep into her wetness, pounding her like I hadn't been laid in years.I remember her screaming "yes... oh god yes..." before she went off like a bomb, her first time with my cock inside her, though she'd already come at least 4 or 5 times with My fingers and tongue. I felt the heat of her. "She reiterated her offer to Ed and he kindly accepted. In the kitchen a tablet lay on the table in a red leather case. "oh, whilst your here, could you also look at this for me?". "Sure thing Mrs Taylor" Ed returned with more confidence than his actual technical know how could probably back up. "Call me Karen for heaven's sake" she blurted out whilst pouring his tea, "I'm not that old". "Oh, I...I know" he stuttered out not sure if she was joking or offended, "So what's wrong with it?" he.