We'll just have to wait this all out. The Voice dude can't keep us here forever, and based on how much attention he seems to have paid to making every...hing seem as comfortable as possible, I doubt he wants us to die here. Let's all just try to relax for now, and we'll see what happens next. Sound good?"Everyone seemed to be on board with the idea. No one wanted to stay there, but the alternative seemed so much worse. They were all in the same boat, and they had to make the best of it. Everyone. They smiled or nodded their heads on occasion but usually at Lusa. She was shy but really basked in all the notoriety this brought her.We listened till the end and dad sent them something to soothe their throats in-between pieces.That night in bed Lusa was beside herself and could not sleep. It was good that I did not need very much. Later I made tender love to her and this was enough for her to relax and finally go to sleep.We awoke late the next day and had a late breakfast. The old folks did. “Morning lover.” She purred. “Sleep well?” “Died.” I answered. “You?” “Haven’t slept like than in years.” She smiled. “You really wore me out.” “Everything else OK?” I asked, worried I’d hurt her. “Little sore.” She admitted. “But totally worth it.” “I’m glad.” I admitted. “Sometimes I get carried away.” Her stomach growled loudly, making us both laugh. “Sounds like somebody’s hungry.” I laughed. “Either that or your pussy’s become a lion.” She punched my arm. “You’re terrible.” I shrugged and. "Even more fun than watching you wank yourself. Bet you do a really good job, though. I've heard you've had plenty of practice."I bit back another snicker, brushed my perfect handful-plus against his back and gripped him mid-shaft. "You told me you've watched yourself fuck your hand in the mirror, but have you ever watched anyone else do it for you?"He wasn't listening. His focus fluctuated between Cyndi’s opalesque clit and tumbling underswells.The mirror's palette of flesh tones stirred with.