True, there were books, DVDs, magazines… I wandered into the kitchen, reached for the coffee machine. XNXX Some of the other doors had been locked. The tunnel led on. Just because? Two by two meters if even. Not at their faces. Explore the dungeon. My lungs burned. My bungalow was further south, a broad path leading to it above ground. Would this one be open? His rasping breath and the laughter of the pack in my ears. The spacious dog kennels with the comfy beds. Paws were touching my body, groping, squeezing my tits. Where was my owner? You reach the end and there are three options… I reached for the doorknob on the thick metal door. It would make sense. Two by two meters if even. And the day before that. No dog deserved this. but nothing could hold my attention for long. Mansion would be a better word.
