They had enough money to fix the Icarus and that was enough reason to celebrate. You have flashes of memory as Mr. Anderson Cole (refer author's note ...or crew members info) cupping your tits through your white tank top. You barely wore a bra and Mr. Cole's actions were making your nipples hard. You just give him a smile and down your drink. Thinking you gave him permission, Mr.Cole pulls down the tank top in one quick motion, exposing your tits to the rest of the crew. Not that anyone was. When they came back, they discussed things in low whispers and Darla asked Tony, "How clean do you want it and how fast?"Tony shrugged. "Clean. Like it was when I moved in. Tonight?"Darla frowned. "That's both of us, maybe four hours. Three hundred."Tony blanched. "That much?" The CDC ought to declare that bathroom a biological warfare lab," Darla said flatly. "We're probably underestimating. But it's a flat rate -- three hundred -- plus materials. We might have to send Donnie for more cleaning. I smiled and brought his hands to my bra clasp. "Take it off of me." I ordered.Paxton didn't argue, he took off my bra. Next he unbuttoned his pants. I got off of him and pulled his pants on. I slid his boxers off after that, letting his member go free. After that, I pulled off my pants and thong. "Whoa." Paxton muttered under his breath."Fuck me, Mr. Schaffer." I demanded. "Lexsie, you're such a naughty student." He grinned and got on to of me.I spread my legs, letting Paxton have easier. Every time she squeezed he pushed in as far as he could go before his dick vanished in her pussy. She knew it would only end their ecstasy like stage and she did not want that. She allowed him to fuck her for a good ten minuets before she told him to get on his knees. She went in front of him and got into the doggy position and slowly pushed back onto his cock. She was fucking him until he found her rhythm and matched it perfect, even though they were on their knees in the shower did not mean.