When Carl had recovered sufficiently, Andrea ordered him over to stand at the end of the coffee table where Jan’s legs extended and to pull them up ...erpendicular to her body. When he had accomplished this, he was ordered to spread Jan’s legs apart and keep them spread as far apart as possible, under threat of further harm to his now aching tender penis. Carl followed orders and, knowing it was wrong to but unable to avid the temptation, looked down to see Jan’s wide-open hairless vagina, as he. She said, “Good. Bad. What did you think?” My wife thought for a second and said, “Too fast. Way to fast.” Kelly said, “I know. I was just so excited, I couldn’t stop myself.”My wife said, “You said I have a beautiful pussy.” “You do, You do!” Kelly interrupted. My wife continued, “Well I think you have beautiful tits. Learn to use them. Tease yourself.”At that point, Kelly surprised my wife by quickly pulling her shirt and bra off exposing those luscious breasts to my wife. She said, “Show me. “D’ya know what this place is?” he asked irritably. “It’s the Adder’s Tongue, yes?” she said in a sweet, simpering voice, smiling brightly. She heard a sigh, then the eyes disappeared, and after a few sounds of bolts being unlocked, the metal door swung open. She looked up, and up even further. Framed in the doorway was a giant of a man, with big, brawny muscles, and a face you’d find on an old Roman coin. He was tanned, with curly brown/blonde hair and shocking brown/gold eyes, and he was. I always seemed to be on rest when they went in or out. I never got a chance to see if I recognised Jean or not. The guys knew her and they said it wasn't her but I couldn't shake the idea that they were only saying it to put me at ease. In fact at one shift change, when I was bringing up the tea I heard Derek ask Nobby and Tom if they thought it was Jean. They told him they couldn't be sure. She was just too far away, and wasn't facing us for long enough for a positive I.D. I pretended I.