Clara watched over him vigilantly until she was satisfied that the worst was over. She was quite grateful now that she hadn’t attempted to transport...them directly onto the peak of one of the mountains, as she had been tempted to do the previous afternoon. Clara shuddered at the thought of what condition Jeff might have wound up in if she had. As Jeff’s strength seemed to return to him, Clara took in her surroundings more thoroughly. On a raised area a couple hundred feet from the lake’s edge. She could hardly focus on the project, her thoughts constantly turning to images of him tearing off her skirt. She wiggled in her chair and rubbed her legs together to quite the tingling between her thighs, and saw him looking directly at her with a naughty smile playing over his lips. She smiled back and stood up- pretending to be going to the little Kitchenette to get some coffee. He stood up and followed her, watching her undulating hips in her short skirt and her legs covered in sheer. She cared not, she only wanted to drink more cum. She sucked on him so hard that his rod started to stiffen again. Great she thought, lets see if he can get off again. His cock grew to its full eight inches and was pushing at the back of her throat as she relaxed and led him slide down her gullet. Wow, he thought, she's throating me. God it feels just like her cunt, wet and tight. And, he slowly pushed his prick in and out of her hot, tight throat. As she sucked him she. ”“Hmm gold you say has value out there? Well that I got plenty!”The Old man cursed and complained at every step he took as he climbed over mountains of garbage, busted furniture, bales of rotting furs and other stuff as he made his way to the other side of the basement. I was glad Nilfeheim did not have insects, like many other planets. Our equivalent of insects did live under water. “Why are you keeping bales of rotting fur? I asked. This stuff smells worse than death.”“They weren’t rotting.