Finally, I was taken to the underground bunker.I had asked Madame Celeste to treat me with maximum severity, and I advise any prospective slaves to th...nk carefully before making the same request. The bunker is a miserable place. It is just large enough to fit a human being. It is completely stone, although there is a wood floor, which provides just enough insulation from the ground to keep a slave alive. Normally the bunker includes some heating, but Madame Celeste had removed this in order to. Both of their breasts in were in contact as Karen sweetly placed an assuring hand on one of Gloria’s cheeks. We saw her slip a finger down and slide it along the exposed part of my shaft, using its length as a gauge to measure Gloria’s progress. ‘Almost there,’ Karen said earnestly. Then she and Gloria locked in a passionate embrace. Both of them had a firm hold of each other’s buttocks, as their tongues danced from one mouth to the next. It was another iconic moment, one that I will continue. I was too horny to stop the pumping of Ana’s asshole and close the curtains; so I left our neighbor could watch everything he wanted… Both windows were too close and I was sure that Ana’s moans were too loud and that bastard was able of hearing her.I shook the thought from my mind and continued to plow my sexy wife’s anus. My own orgasm suddenly caught me by surprise and I erupted, spurting my full load of warm semen into her tight anus.Anita gently whined as I came inside of her. Luckily for. Hearing Scott's stories made herseem to herself like a greedy opportunist. Still for all of her ownhumility it made his actions even better and she listened intently to hisstories.Another thing was clear though. Scott was not here for a date. Kirstenfelt bad about this too. She was here under the pretenses of a friendwhile in reality she really wanted more. Se felt bad to bemisrepresenting herself. Scott genuinely needed someone to talk to. Hehad been having some rough times and needed.