I had heard of the rich developing plans for the day when the containment field finally gave in, abandoning us to our fate. It was said they invested ...illions, billions even. Some opted for steel-lined bunkers miles underground, hoping that only the surface would be devastated. Wolfenden, it seemed, had looked to the stars and while I had been tending his garden and Marta sweeping his floors, he had been quietly financing his own insurance policy. “Is it a way out?” Marta asked in an awed. I requested her to wait for a few minutes since I have ordered a few things. The room service knocked on the door and handed me the things I ordered. He asked me to call if I needed anything and gave his number.I tipped and thanked him. I kept the stuff inside and locked the door. I sat next to her. She was smelling good and the room smell to helped a lot. It was a bit dark inside with sufficient to see each other clearly. I spoke to her for a few minutes.Finally, she asked are you going to. Tasting her was so delicious, parting from our wet cum kiss i pinned her arms to the bed straddling her offering up my throbbing she-cock for her her lips parted as she let my hardness slide in her hot mouth her red lipstick rainbowing my she-cock as i thrust my self deeper face fucking her yummy wet mouth, feeling her slobbering efforts slide down my shaft was so hot pre-cum now leaking she slurped hungrily at my shaft.Seeing my pre-cum glistening on those red lips had me ready to shoot all. Angela Pritchard was George’s first, proper girlfriend. They’d known each other practically all their lives, going to the same schools and living only half a dozen streets away from one another. The two families obviously knew each other from the Ford connection and Kenny Pritchard was George’s best mate. Angie was a year or so younger than George and her brother and as little kids she would often walk between the boys, holding on to their hand. It was therefore no great surprise to anyone when.