As quietly as she could, although she didn't think the two teenagers would've heard her if she were wearing boots, Cynthia moved back the way she came...and tip toed up the stairs.Back in her bedroom, she crawled into bed, trying to go to sleep and not think about what her daughter was doing down in the basement. It proved to be an impossible task. It was only two hours later when she knew, or at least hoped, they were done that sleep finally claimed her.The next morning at breakfast, Cynthia. Not even the sound of breathing. Perhaps he really was using the bathroom? I felt a tad disappointed, but I wasn't going to give up just yet. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned the knob and cracked the door open to a darkened bedroom where the only source of light was from the crack at the bottom of the closed bathroom door. So he was using the bathroom.I stepped inside, tip-toeing to the bathroom door. I could hear him breathing...low, sharp breaths, and the distinct sound of his hand. Now she was not hesitating as she was previously. So, can move my pawns free now.Siv – Your turn, Dare again.Me – Ok, what’s up with the jeans then.Siv- Help me out.Immediately, I am on my knees holding her jeans and as she unbuttoned it, I dragged it out and threw it away. In the process, I dragged her down the couch. She gave a small ouch and looked at me and asked: “Dare again?” (She was on the floor with her back against the couch with just her panties on, I was over her and on my knees).I. Rommy gave him a big wink. Tommy told me to wait and he would escort me out as soon as he had the guys back in the block. Tommy wasn't gone 5 minutes. He led me towards the outer gates but turned down a corridor I didn't know. I followed. Timmy J was a young guy in his 20's a baby face, stuttered and still lived with mom. we walked into a locker room. At the back was a curtained off shower. Timmy said we had about 30 minutes till he had to be back on shift. He wasted no time, he.