Several of the women kept trying to pile into my cave, just to be with me and was overcrowded. So eventually someone had the idea that it came down to...- "Make the cave bigger."Two dozen women in a few days, dug it out to three times its width, and damn near ten-times deeper.It worked out great, cause I wasn't in the mood half the time to venture outside to get anything. Inside was nice and warm, if not sometimes a draft would enter. A small annoyance at best.But with Nicole and a few other. “Of course!" I pushed her cunt lips back and held her clit lightly with two fingers. Emma gasped. I slipped two fingers into her vagina… it was wet and hot. Emma reached down and pushed the skin of her clitoris back, completely exposing the shaft and glans. I was right, it really did look like a small penis. It was about an inch or so in length, with the shaft tapering towards the head. I understood why she might have been self-conscious about it when she was younger because it did protruded. She has medium sizedwhite breasts with small pink nipples. We go into thesmaller bedroom. The cross is on the floor. She lies onthe bed, face up, trembling. The bed creaks. Art goesinto the kitchen and puts on the gloves I have placedbeside the planter. He strips off two leaves andreturns to the bedroom. He caresses her left breast.For a moment she is calm. Then she cries out as thetiny nettle hairs drive acid beneath her skin. Hesmoothes her right breast with the other leaf. Now bothbreasts. Her name was Cassandra, and she was appalled at havingto come over to the dingy property, she had heard the“owner” was a dishevelled old coot, and could bedifficult to work with. She was greeted at the door by Gunther, a grey man witha bad limp, who dressed in a black suit and lookedabout 70 years old. He couldn’t help but leer at theyoung woman as they conducted business in the mainliving room. She was an attractive red head, with adark blue coat, white blouse, black skirt,.