He walked in the door and heard the hum in the bedroom. He walked through the kitchen into her room. She was kneeling on the bed, face down, ass up. ...he blue butt plug was in her ass. The big glass one. She was using the brown vibe, the one with the little soft tip that oscillated. She wasn’t moving much while she held it on her clit, but her breathing was already heavy.Did you fuck anybody today? He asked.No. Just myself. This morning when I woke up. Again after breakfast. Last week I. Those words . . . that phrase--"pretty little mouth"--it drove me crazy.I don’t remember what I might have said in response but I'm sure I smiled because smiling came easy to me. I wondered if a smile would cause him to seek more and, if he did, what would I do? What if . . . What if he wanted me to, you know, suck . . . suck on his cock? But, my imaginations ceased when one word popped into my head like a brick shattering glass. What word? Taylor!Cal was Taylor’s grandfather! How could I. He reminded them that the detectors on the level sensed chemicals and some biological agents, but not all microbes by any measure. Only when they saw others walking the corridors unharmed would the barrier be dropped.They waited through another night shift. The day shift started with the ominous thud of Enforcer boots. A full company hurried past their sealed gate with each soldier equipped with breathing apparatus.They were hungry after three shifts without food. They had water to stave off. He spread her legs, and blew on her pussy again. “You should be more specific,” he teased. “How was I to know this is what you wanted?” With that he leaned in and licked her pussy, using his hand to separate the lips and get deep inside. He flicked his tongue across her clit and she moaned again thrusting her hips up and grabbing the back of his head and holding it in place. Her body shuddered as she came in his mouth; she held onto his hair with both hands and kept him between her legs where.