I couldn't go home in my boxers, and now it would be at least 2 hours until the machine released them. "Can I help tidy?" I asked "I think I got some ...ine on the floor?". She thanked me as I knelt on the floor wiping up any traces, and as I finished I turned to see her applying the last of her makeup. Her eyes framed in perfect eye liner and mascara, and the dark red lips gave her more of a dominant look this time. "How do I look?" she asked, and as I began to answer she stood, letting her robe. They had a few slabs of dried smoked meat remaining, dry crackers, some dehydrated eggs, biscuits and half a pound of coffee. He figured that it was enough to last them at least a week.When they stopped to eat, he made use of the opportunity to examine more closely the material of the floor and walls of the tunnel. It was some kind of dark green plastic that was extremely hard; he couldn't scratch it even with his knife. Of course it was evident that the technology to produce this sort of. Then Paul’s hand moved slowly over the soft flesh until his fingers were inside the leg of Ronnie’s shorts. Still not entirely sure if he was misinterpreting the signs or not, he slid his fingers round the curve of the limb until they were spread across the yielding flesh of Ronnie’s inner thigh, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of the boy’s underpants. There was another pause, during which Paul became acutely aware of the tickling sensation growing in his crutch and was prompted to inch. Nancy pushed me back onto the hay and slipped between my legs. “Close your eyes” she ordered as she took me in her mouth. Her lips were around the base of my dick and I could feel the tip in the back of her throat. Her long fingers were massaging my balls and she had one at the opening of my bum hole slowly circling the sensitive area. I was ready to cum and slipping out from under her; I flipped her onto her back. “No, no she said, I want you to.