Mostly clean up and fill up: cleaning up the place and filling up the vending machines and the beer taps. Poindexter’s opened at noon for lunch and ...he early bar flies, and closed uniformly at one in the morning seven days a week. Like the HH in Phoenix I had a small room in the back which suited me just fine. I spent most of my time either sleeping or working. Oh, and thinking about my ex-family. I wasn’t overly sentimental about it, them. I did miss Aunt Delia, the rest of them not so much;. She was sitting back against her pillows, wearing a white T shirt, but her knickers were down at her ankles. I could hear and see a thin white vibrator in her right hand, and I watched dumb struck as she pressed it through her thick dark bush onto her clit, then down and through her wet pussy lips. I heard her moan softly then, and slightly arch her back, grinding her hips in a lazy circular motion. The light from the TV reflected off of the wet vibrator when she pulled it out of her hairy. No toilets flushing, no noise at all. He pulled every box out of the small room but there was nothing, no way out. The door was solid and nothing to dig through rock with. All he had was the quiet and time. Plenty of both He would rather be back in prison.And the not knowing. What would the attorney do? As the time dragged on the police were less of a concern, they would have been there by now. Leave him there? That was his scariest thought. Buried alive in the terrible quiet. Prison. “Oh yes sir, it really was” she replied, her legs still wide and her dress around her waist, her panties looked damp and so inviting wedged between her labia lips.I got down on my knees and pushed her legs wider, I could feel the warmth as she laid back on the bed sighing in anticipation as I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh and as I reached the top the musky smell was so arousing I could feel my cock coming back to life. “OMG!” she sighed as my tongue made contact with her thin damp.