Gwen and I meet up with a group who are trying to take a census of who was in what bunker."How many bunkers are there?" I ask, curiosity is still not ...atisfied."5, in a triangle shape starting with the apex at the back of the compound," Gwen answers dutifully. She is a much better source of information than any of the men had been. "They all have different functions." Interesting," I say to prompt her once more, but we have reached the gathering of women."Oh Gwen you're all right." One of the. The rubber ring prevented him from reaching paradise.The bitchy jailor walked away from him and straightened to look at his miserable erection. Reddened, painful, harder than diamond.“Oh ... oh,” Jack moaned, jeans mid-thighs, hairy legs half-bent, hips jutting forward. He’d have a sore arm tomorrow. It fucked his dick so fast and mindless it might tear his member off.“So, Nick?” she reminded him of her question as her mouth closed on his exposed nipple, adding to his unfulfilled state.The fury. She hated padded bras, and liked to wear lacy underwear that didn’t constrict her. Unfortunately, the downside was that her nipples could often be seen through her blouses, though luckily that only happened when she was either cold or aroused. Not like that could happen in here, she thought, fanning her face desperately. Well, at least not one thing... She looked at the desk, then back at her watch. Yes, no one would be around at this time. She could oh so easily just take off her blouse, lay. I got up and went out to the kitchen naked. Tim was there, naked except for a apron to keep the bacon grease off his sensitive areas. We laughed at our mutual nakedness. We ate breakfast naked in front of the fire as we told some more sex stories from our past. After breakfast, Tim told me to sit in the cushy chair. He got on his knees in front of me and stroked my dick to full hardness. I leaned back with my eyes closed and enjoyed his hands on my dick and balls. Then I felt his fabulous wet.