Vending machines lined the outer walls within, selling everything from hot noodles and military rations to one-piece garments and nano-bot inhalers. T...e machines supplied the bulk of his sustenance intake. He took an elevator down five levels. It stunk of piss and poorly cleaned up vomit that edged the wall. The hotel has been in need of a new janitor-bot for quite some time. I need to remember to keep my damn filtration mask on until after the elevator ride. Spike hovered passed row after row. .what magazine?" I stammered.He nodded his head in the direction of the magazine."That one." "Ohhh, ohhhh... that one." I said, more scarlet rising in my cheeks. "Do you like doing that?" Yeah" I replied."Bet it sucks you don't have someone to do it with, right?" My eyes lit up. "Yeah." I whispered back.And before I knew it, my mouth met his pants. "Bet you want to take my bad boy in your mouth, right?" he whispered as he ran his hand through my hair. My heart skipped a beat. "Please oh. Alcohol and flame blurred their vision and everyone walking by took no notice. There were an unusual amount of people out in the town for a November evening, but it was Bonfire Night and this was Lewes, the heart and soul of celebrations. The least drunk of the four emo boys explained to his zoned out companions that while these were gunpowder plot celebrations, they were combined with November 11th respect and pagan harvest rituals. They had watched half a million flames wind their way through. He actually got real hard as his tender mistress ass fucked him with the long nozzle. Having Miss Abby slip the well-lubricated, eight-inch long extension up his ass as she stood there in heels, shiny hose and the tiniest of panties added to the experience. Too bad he couldn’t see more of her, but he was bent over the commode. His usual position lately was, ass up --- head down. Charley leaned forward on his toes, giving his mistress full access. Now he was going to get another enema, but not.