One way in. One way out.One clay man. Easy. Ten? Break a leg. One hundred? That was a suicide mission. Jean had no way of knowing how many rats were s...warming that decrepit hole. And if Shen was down there. She shivered.The ground groaned with the creaking of a subway train reaching its destination. Eureka. Jean spotted a nearby subway station. They had to be using the underground network. She smiled and pulled out her phone, checking the map. As long as she had her compass, she could track them. ” I replied, “This thing is like the Starship Enterprise. If the lady wants frothy milk in her coffee, then she shall have it.”The frozen croissants were remarkably good and we enjoyed a civilized start to our day. On one occasion, I was able to remove some pastry flakes from her breasts with my tongue.“Do you have any plans for today?” I asked Carol.“Well, I would like to get fucked at least one more time and then I don’t know. I don’t have to be anywhere.”Something about Carol’s language and. .. OH GOD... as he drilled her. Carl looked all over for Stephanie but to no avail. He was lost in a sea of sex. His wife had been with at least 4 men tonight and was showing no signs of slowing down, but he could not find her and decided to go to the kitchen and fix a drink while watching a game of beer pong for clothing. The ladies were losing and were down to panties... sexy panties and no bras. The guys playing were still in costume and having fun teasing the girls. He went back to the. He made love to her, and then he fucked her. Master Edwin took her, not unkindly, but took her he did. His hands were firm and knowing as he drove his cock deep into her welcoming wet slit. He was insistent, confident, and while he was not cruel, he was aggressive and took her as he pleased. Silmaria greedily accepted all he had to give. She relished every bit of it, drank in his attention and affection and lust and the way his thick length filled her clutching pussy over and over. She returned.