"We seem to be in a spiral corridor around the outside of the tank. How weird. About 9 feet wide, just like the ledge. Headroom height seems to be a l...ttle less than 8 feet. You can see the puddle of water starting to flow down to the right. I guess our path is obvious, move clockwise up the spiral. Come Millie!"The three quickly walked out of the puddle of water. Millie lagged a bit for the first few minutes, but then was happily walking by their sides and a little ahead. It took them eight. Rose didn’t falter, but instead sped up her stroking. She could feel and see that Will was about to come, and quickly she took one of the empty glasses from the table, and slightly painfully forced Will’s erect cock to a more horizontal position. He gripped the table as he began to spurt his cum into the glass. Rose took her cum-smeared hand from underneath the table, and with a glance at Will and Pete, she turned to look at the couple at the other table as she slowly and lasciviously. She needed employment quick and when she saw the advertisement in the Postal Plus shop, she grabbed it with both hands. She was running dangerously low on funds and needed to replenish her resources posthaste. She finally came to the wide opened gates of the drive that led toward the big white house. An oversized mailbox was perched on a heavy post, and she peered at the name in bold black lettering engraved on a large brass plate: Barrington Ranch. Smiling, she steered the Rover through the. “We could leave,” he says simply. She looks up at him, surprised. “Leave? Like, just walk away from everything? Quit my job and just…..leave?” He cannot tell if she is angry with him for the suggestion or if she is simply grappling with the possibility.She is quiet for a moment. “We could leave,” she whispers. Her eyes dart to meet him, a small smile on her lips.“Yes,” he echoes quietly, “We could leave.”They sit with the thought, a plan beginning to take shape in their minds. “We could.