He could feel her eyes on his hands as he brought them to the button fly of his jeans and knew a moment of shyness that had his skin flushing red."Let...me help," she said softly, walking toward him. She nudged his hands away from his jeans, replacing them with her own. The soft skin of her fingers trailed along the sensitive skin of his lower belly, making him shiver, sensations shifting through him, causing his cock to jerk, already hard from the Ivy's strip tease with the moon as her. She offered to stay back and help me out. We had some files to put back that revolves around bending down to low and high cabinets. I started first in my tight jeans (501's) bent down and I suddenly felt a bump it was her on the opposite side. She said sorry to me and sat on the floor to make room. I carried on filling and caught her looking at my arse, she had that look a bloke would do undress me eyes licking her perfect lips wet. So I decided to join her on the floor. I was fully aware of. We made it out and didn't see anyone, but we found out they had a tunnel dug from the compound into your cabin. Jon, whoever was running those shooters was a professional. He almost got all of us, and we had to abandon the truck and take to the woods. We stole a farmer's truck and finally gave them the slip. When we got away, I called Jeb and he told us to head for the nearest airport and to call him when we got there."He took a break and another sip of the whiskey before resuming his story.. She facilitated his fondles, keen for Mr. B to caress her body as much as he wanted. She hoped he wanted much more of this, just as she did. They finally found their playroom lair and scurried inside, slamming the auto-locking door. Roger shed his own clothes first, too heated for any more foreplay. She watched and waited, unsure of what Mr. B wanted her to do. He did what he knew she wanted him to do, stripping Rosalie of her dress. His hallway fondles had already ascertained it was her sole.