Gabby was a bit disappointed but she understood she could have done a lot worse than Juan Costas for a husband. She also did not want to risk her newf...und position in society as a married woman by being discovered "En Flagrante" with a young man attending to her more depraved needs.It was shortly after they returned to Rio that Juan received notice that he would soon be appointed as Ambassador to Croatia, a newly formed country on the edge of the old "Iron Curtain". Gabby was not certain if. She eagerly jerked her body against my hand, as I pushed two, then three, fingers into her wet widening gash; I crooked my middle finger—hoping to find her G spot—it might not have been the exact spot but it caused her to writhe sensuously under my fingers and mouth, while her groaning and moaning grew in volume and intensity.Now that I had her started I took my tongue from lapping her juices and transferred them to her mouth, while still massaging her G spot with my 'Saturday Night' finger. No. Leaving it out on the bed I returned to the living room and told her what I had done. After 20 minutes or so she had come back informing me that she would be borrowing some of my clothes and shoes (luckily we are similar size) and saying that I had some lovely and sexy outfits. She could wait to see me in them.I think she could see that I was still very apprehensive about this. She said for me to do it in my own time, and to be comfortable. For nearly 20 years I had kept this secret from. We stood there dumbfounded; in front of us was a room, also totally encased in cobblestones, about 20 feet wide and 30 feet long. The ceiling was glowing softly at a few points from what looked like oil lamps hung on the walls, but there was no fire, just light coming from them. With our eyes adjusting to the low light, we were shocked to see that we had entered what looked like a mediaeval torture room or dungeon. The far wall was made up of three iron bar enclosed cells, also equipped w ith.