I smiled at her and she seemed to understand the unspoken message that any effort was ok. She seemed to enjoy wiggling her tongue just under the head,...and so did I."Hmm," she panted as she again licked the entire length.I backed off and looked at her as she met my eyes. She wiped off her face a bit and smiled at my expression. I knew she was looking for approval for some reason. I had to find a way to prove to her that she didn't need to."Was that alright?" she asked as she licked my shaft once. Knowing there could be a murderous alien or maybe a crazed survivor lurking in the unpredictably laid-out hallways made every step a monumental challenge.Yet she continued taking those steps even as her heart pummeled in her chest. At every corner, she leveled her laser rifle at the opening and shone the shoulder mounted lights of her backpack down the corridor. After a while of looking over her shoulder all the time and coming up with nothing the stress of being on such high alert rapidly took. “Do you want to go further tonight?” Jason asked calmly. “I think so.” I nodded. “I just need a few minutes.” “I think Hercules wants to, too.” He laughed. I slowly sat up on the bed and looked at our beloved dog. Indeed, Hercules was ready for something. His red cock was peeking out from it's sheath and was five inches long already. “Bring him back up here.” I said and I sat up fully now. Jason allowed Hercules to climb back up on the bed with me. I reached out and grasped his throbbing red. They wouldn’t stop muttering ‘tigr’ under their breath, it required no translation. When all of the plastic furniture had been discarded in the snow, the shuttle had left, hurrying back in the direction it had come.He appraised the new furnishings that now decorated the space, the gaudy, brightly colored plastic in shades of yellows and blues clashing horribly with the rustic, traditional timber design of the building. It would eventually be replaced, but for now it would provide the seating.