So powerful.The tunnel walls were as symmetrical as all the others we had passed through. The sound of water rippling echoed down the tunnel. A warm h...umidity swelled now. Condensation built on the walls and trickled down to grates set along the edge of the wall. The end grew misty. The sound of splashing grew warmer and warmer.Then came singing. It was ethereal and haunting. It was full of passion. The sort that would drive a man to maddening lust. It didn’t touch me, but I could feel how it. "You're one of her slaves... Aren't you?" I whispered.Sarah quickly shot a scared look at me, with eyes wide open. "How'd youknow that? Who told you?"In response, all I did was pull my turtleneck neck down and revealed myown collar identical to hers."She made me wear those pants yesterday." I see... So you must have upset her?" Sarah asked."You could say that... I disobeyed her." Oh dear... Just try not to piss her off to bad or you'll wind up likeme..." What do you mean?" I asked."Oh, sorry.... Rachel’s hands, meanwhile, seemed occupied with Ted’s beltline, seeking to free a hard cock of her own.With it clear that nobody was going to think less of you for doing the same, you moved forward in Jon’s lap, sliding a hand back to grope carefully at his clothed erection. Doing so encouraged Jon to move his own hand to your crotch, tracing one of his fingers up and down your slit through your panties. You felt the hot anticipation of his breath on the back of your neck, before his hand. They continued to kiss passionately, wet and wild, while there rhythm picked up pace. I began to stroke my cock, and it took all I had to not come right away. Knowing that tight pussy was being fucked after years of dreaming about this one cock was so hot. He didnt disappoint by all accounts, as I heard her come not once, but twice. They were lost in each other, like I wasn't even there. This man was taking my wifes body, using it up and slipping deeper into her slit without a care or my.