It was an incredible feeling. I had never felt a hand other than my husband's. I was lying on my side and with my leg shrunk and I knew that my pussy ...ould be well exposed. Paulo walked back and forth in the living room, in the kitchen he returned to the room. He was desperate and I was all wet. Suddenly he came back and called me again and I didn't answer, so he lay on the bed and leaned against me. I stayed in mine. He leaned over and pulled the stick out. She put his head against my pussy. My co-workers would notice! Whatwould I say if anyone asked about them? I suddenly had a sense of thehumiliation I would feel if anyone questioned me about the treatments ormy appearance. I'd have to admit to it... but then what?In a panic, I considered trying to scrub the tint off my lashes, orstaying home from work for a few days until my eyebrows grew back in...but then the weirdest thing began to happen.I began to enjoy the idea of being humiliated.What if one of my co-workers pointed out. But now I knew different. I loved to fuck and having Johnny deep in my pussy bringing me to multiple orgasms was pure bliss. I always figured that Tommy talking about Johnny fucking me was just a means for him to get more excited and turned on. And it excited me as well.After making me cum three times and filling my pussy with a huge load of cum, we were taking a break and talking as I was slowly stroking his semi-hard cock.“Where is your wife, Marge?” I asked.“Out of state, visiting her. Ellerie said, “The one to the south leads down to part of the aqueduct system. I don’t know what it was used for, but there were dozens of rectangular ponds carved into the stone. There must be an underground river or lake feeding into them.” She suppressed a shiver. That immense, dark cavern with the sound of dripping water had been more eerie than any other part of the ruins. “North was ... I’m not sure what it was, but we didn’t find anything interesting there.”Boktar pointed to the last.