Tables and chairs were overturned. The only thing they noticed was the cage they were searching for so long. It stood in the middle of the room surrou...ded by chairs and tables as if they were watching an experiment. The women shared a knowing look. Many instruments were thrown about. They looked as if they were used for some dark purposes.“What is this?|” Lindsay whispered.She was holding a strange instrument in her hand. The tool looked menacing. It reminded her of a knife but both edges were. That was sexy as hell. Getting fucked by Bill ... about damn time, and she wasn't going to let up until he fucked her good and hard ... and as long as she could make do it. She wanted her shower's worth, thank you very much."Oh, damn it, Helen ... You've certainly gotten wilder since we met!" Bill groaned with pleasure and intense need as he felt her tighten and cream herself on him."Yes, baby, I have. The old Helen, the ice queen that Larry griped about? Gone forever. It was just because I. We told them we'd quickly follow but to go ahead and turn off the lights as they left the room. They left. The lights went off. Our lips were instantaneously together in the dark. My hands were on her soft body sliding up her loose tee shirt. I made the pleasant discovery that she had removed her bra. I soon was exploring her small, firm breasts. I felt them up from every angle and caressed them for what seemed like hours. Of particular interest to my virgin hands was enjoying the soft-firm. I could, however see how her beautiful young tits were straining against the soft cotten fabric, nipples totally erect."Can I help you get to sleep, Daddy?" she asked demurely. She bent her left leg and arched her left foot, toes pointing as they touched the floor, posing for me. Where do females learn to do that? It it innate, instinctive, or something their mothers teach them to drive men insane?"Uh, it's, ah, all right, hon," I stammered, my dick now feeling like a cruise missile ready for.