Slowly, falteringly, she unbuttoned the blouse and sleeves. She looked to the stranger, imploring him with her eyes.He simply gestured with a short no...d of the head and resignedly she let the blouse slip off her shoulders and fall to the ground.Miranda hung her head, burning with embarrassment and shame.Vasquez smiled broadly as he looked at her ample breasts."Come here Miranda." No, no!" Tom's voice was screaming but it was as if she couldn't, wouldn't hear.She stood next to her tall, handsome. “Oh, shit,” she whispered, “you weren’t exaggerating.”“What?”“When you told me that you had a nine-inch cock that was thick, I thought you were like most guys, just talking shit,” Lian replied, staring at my semi-erect cock with wide eyes. Eventually, she looked away from my cock and held her hands about six inches apart. “This is how long most guys think a ten-inch cock is, and you didn’t even feel this big when I grabbed you a few minutes ago.”“I’m a grower, not a shower.”“Does it get. "Oops, sorry, I was concentrating on the film" she would replybouncing up and down with her barely suppressed laughter. She wouldthen pull her foot way about half an inch only to allow it to returnminutes later. Finally she would get up and peel her stockings offand then give them to me saying, "That's it, I'm going to bed. Rinsethese through and hurry up to me for your treat." I was then leftwashing her stinking nylons as she reclined between the silk sheetsupstairs. When I got upstairs she. They were beginning to lose track of the days now as there was little light in the main chamber of the cave, so unless they ventured to the mouth (which was only big enough for one person at a time to sit), there was little light to count the days. The highlight of their days were certainly the visits that Lucy paid them. She would come by each morning with food, water, occasionally bedding and fresh dressing for their wounds, along with herbal remedies that Lucy had grown and concocted in her.