As she came for the fifth time since returning home, Heather’s fingers withdrew, and they just held each other for a few minute.“I didn’t know y...u were a lesbian...” Amber murmured, and Heather laughed.“I’m not. I’ve got a boyfriend, actually...there was just something about you, something about those clothes. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”“Yeah...” Amber said with a smile.There was another long pause.“So, are you?” Heather asked, and Amber shook her head in response.“Nope,” she said.. I kept stroking it till it stopped squeezing out the mess."Oh my word, he said loud. He reached down wiped the tip of his cock, brought it up to his mouth and licked. " What does it taste like Mr. Donald" I asked. He offered his fingers to me and I licked it." Yuck,"I said" it's to salty and tastes funny"'. He laughed," It's not bad but you'll have to taste it many times before you enjoy it. You've rested enough, go ahead and swim for a while." I got up and went to the door. My butt hole was. Mark walked back in through the door in the one remaining wall throwing me a quick salute as it closed behind him. I had three hours to escape, or else it was game over. For the first hour, I paced the cage, testing the bars from various sections hoping to find a week spot, a single week bar that I could pull free to escape. There were no week bars, my trap seemed to be inescapable. I had now only two hours left till dawn, I was running out of time and God help me, if mark was this smart,. She came in a bit flustered and introduced herself and apologised that she was late due to her class overrunning and her then missing the tube connection. No signal on the underground to message or call me. I said not to worry and would she like a tea or coffee, she said no thanks and just asked for a glass of chilled water. So we sat, she explained that she too was a tutor and she was taking a dance class, I let her explain and carry on a bit about the lesson and this seemed to relax her.