The mysterious girl had obviously cleared the tunnel and was hiding in the basement. I found her hiding under an antique dinning room table among the ...hairs that had been stacked around it.I calmly said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."She still shook from fear as she crawled out from among the furniture and appeared ready to bolt at the first opportunity. She didn't speak a word to me. When she started to dart off for the tunnel I grabbed her by the wrist. If you had been nearby you would. She wiggled herself out from under me, but slid down. She kissed my shoulder, and then paused as her lips closed around my nipple. She sucked at my breast and let her tongue taste me, teasing my already hard nipple into a state of arousal I could not recall. She slipped lower as I felt the heat of John’s cock pushing against the back of my throat. I was gagging just a bit and he pulled back, but still fucking my mouth as I felt the heat of Tess’ breath against me. Her tongue slid out and up. I could see her vagina clearly with her labia already puffy her unshaven pubes seemed to surround her womanhood as she moved forward. She laid her cheek on his muscular thigh and I watched her hands reach out and begin to gently touch his cock and balls.I stood still, shocked and jealous, but watched with rabid attention the scene before me, as my fingers had somehow already began playing with my own pussy. It was as if her hands were mine, as she clutched his thick cock and wrapped her fingers. She got up from her chair and walked around to the side of the concierge’s desk. ‘With your permission, Sir,’ she said and knelt in front of him. He nodded, as she spread his legs and looked up him, licking her soft red lips and unzipped his trousers. The concierge’s eyes got big as dinner plates as she fished his cock out of his pants. ‘Mmmm, Sir!’ she cooed as she held his cock in her soft hand. Chelsea bent to her work, licking up and down the shaft and taking him into her mouth. With the.