I could also see why the doorway looked wrong. It was cut off by the curtains. The tunnel had been wide enough for us to approach almost three abreast... but our hosts had seen to it that we didn't go looking behind them. All the mystery and fear plagued us just by being asked to be there for no other obvious reason than they wanted it. It hadn't helped when the messenger had said to follow the instructions and all would be well. I felt like a fool to fall for such a simple ruse. It was so. I wanted to understand what the excitement felt like, deep in my pussy. I watched as he reached forward between her legs and of course later I learned that he was playing with her little clit, while he was fucking her pussy with his cock. I saw him put his hands on her waist while he rammed his cock into her. The best part to me was when he reached up and grabbed her shoulders. I already had learned what that meant from watching him fuck the young black woman. I had watched him fucking her. " Thanks mum. Anytime you want more just let me know." Ohh, I will darling, just one thing Mark." Yeah Mum?" But before that I want to know, is there something special I can do for you, darling?" she asked, her eyes sparkling and lovely."No, Mum. This was amazing," I said.She smiled, squeezed her pussy tight (I was still inside her at the time) making me sigh with pleasure, and said, "You liar."Mom squeezed her cunt muscles around my shaft slowly, watching me."What do you mean 'liar'?" I asked.. Satisfied that the plumbing was intact, she addressed him. ‘Good Morning, Thomas. Today is Saturday the Twentieth of August, in the year two-thousand and five. I have brought with me some of your favorites.’ She kissed him on the forehead. She sat to his right, where his only ear was, and pulled out the Tennyson. She read to him from that book for fifteen minutes, then switched to Dickens knowing that, ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ was one of his favorites. She concluded the story, and put a stick.