I’ve had a fear of dark confined places since I was a child and this triggered phobia’s within me I had long forgotten existed. I grasped Kurt’s...hand and squeezed it like a lifeline. “Kurt this is creepy. I can almost feel the anguish of the spirits lingering here.” I didn’t know why I was whispering. I think I felt some reverence for past.“Tradition says that there were over a hundred prisoners here at a time, awaiting their fate at the hand of the inquisitor. Part of the psychological torment. We got up on the tub and I kissed her whole nude body from tip to toe front and back both. She became too hot.Then I spread her legs and started licking her pussy which totally drove her crazy and started moaning heavily and she cummed after some time of licking. Now she was ready to be fucked and said….oooffff….aaabbbb der maat karo ….please aaabbb bed par chalo na….maine Nisha ko apne hatho me utha liya aur bed paar lita diya aur us paar chadh gaya. Nisha ne apna thighs separate kaar. It was after nine and Penny had left to do her marking or lesson prep, when the phone rang. Connie nodded at me to answer it.“Hello Graham,” he said. “Derek phoned; said Connie and Penny wanted to talk.”“Yes, apparently Lucy wouldn’t let Connie talk to you, which doesn’t surprise me, in view of what she’s done.”“Oh hell!” he swore. “What is it now?”“I take it you left on business shortly after taking Connie back home?’“Yes. I had to go to the States; just got back.”“it may interest you to know. It was extreme and out on the edge, but at this point I didn't really see any other option. After my first wife died I had occasionally read Penthouse Letters, and had jacked off many times while reading the letters that described men watching their wives being soundly screwed by some guy they had selected. This idea had always excited me and gotten me sexually charged, but now I thought it might also offer a solution to our problem. Could I set up a scenario where I could get some man to fuck.