"I always get the fucking dirty job" he mutters to himself as he shuffled through the piles of bird shit and rotting maggot infested rat corpses.Worki...g his way through the corridors of an old long abandoned building, he cannot help but imagine how grand and pompous the rooms would have looked in its heyday. The many rooms, with their high ceilings and huge picture windows still showed signs of the magnificent tapestries and murals that once hung on the walls. The vibrant colours, adorning. So after an extended hug that made my head swim, we walked together towards the dining room and a real breakfast feast."Brian, honey, didn't you tell me the other day that you had some errands and things you wanted to do today?" Denise asked him as we ate breakfast."Yeah, I have a few things to do today. Why, do you need something?" he asked."No, but I thought it might be nice if Tawnisha went along with you, You could show her around and maybe even swing by the college so she could get a look. You’d think after six months I’d remember to keep a vibrator here because these cough drops don’t do it for me. I cursed under my breath as I moved my right hand down between my legs, pressing my hand against my clit, the soft satin fabric of my panties slick from my excitement . I knew this would be futile; I could never cum with my own hand. I stood up quickly out of the bed, adjusting my t-shirt and walking into the bathroom, carefully avoiding the cluttered mess of clothes and books on. "Hi, how are you?" he asks, looking at me from head to toe and staring at the skirt with his gaze. He takes the beer and wine for Tracy and sits down at our table as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I feel the body heat of his leg against mine, and the itchy feeling in my lower abdomen is getting stronger. He leans over to my ear and whispers, "Are you wearing panties tonight?" and grabs my earlobe with his tongue. My cheeks turn a little red and instinctively I spread my legs a.