I swallowed all.Then we change the position, Boss leaned on sofa now, I licked his yummy asshole so deeply. Then I fucked him so nicely as the first t...me anal. I enjoyed fucking but not more than rimming, I really love his yummy asshole. Sudden I finished inside him.He said - You missed it, as I suppose it in my mouth.But my focus still on his asshole which was filled my own semen/cum. I again started to lick his asshole and enjoying my own cum. My Boss just lied calmly and enjoyed my. I wore it all dayas I played. No one came. After a few days a girl came in to cut my hair. She was wearing a nametag that said "Becky". Maybe that was a mistake, but I made sure toremember it. We went into another room I hadn't seen before where therewas a hair cutting station. She washed my long brown hair and cut it in avery feminine style. She plucked my eyebrows a little and put somethingon my face that took away my beard. "Your face will be sore for a fewdays. Your beard won't grow back at. Other than their drab sex life there were no other indications. Besides, he was a supportive husband and father.Rob, however, seemed to be getting what he wanted while Gwen ached for more.As a result she had begun to wonder if this was all life had to offer.Gwendolyn Morrow was thirty-seven, wife and mother of Daniel, their seventeen year old son. Everyone called her Gwen which somehow seemed more apt for a woman who stood only 4’9”. She was pretty, if not gorgeous, a pleasant face, short black. Then the fog lifted and I realized that they were outside and more than likely trying to clean up the debris that was our house.I woke up Mom and told her what was happening."We're rescued, sweetie!" she exclaimed as she hugged me.I said, "We better get dressed before they see us like this." Good point," Mom replied. "They may not think we are alive down here. Let's turn on the generator and turn the TV and radio up loud so they can hear us. We also should take quick showers so we don't smell.