The week started at approximately the local timezones true midnight, then went through five to six 'days' labeled, very unimaginatively, Onesday, Twos...ay, Threesday, etc...) It wasn't the oppressive stink of unwashed human bodies that bothered her, nor the repetitive nutritional packets that were all they had to eat, or even the endless hours on watch with her current partner 'Danny Kirkwood', it was the boredom and lack of private space/time in which to fuck that was getting on her nerves.No. Breaking the rules that Lexi was supposed to undress me, I brought my hands to my waist and squirmed as I worked my tightly-clinging jeans down off my hips and thighs. As I wriggled through the effort, Lexi wormed her talented index finger ever deeper into the clutching tunnel of my pussy. And all the while she never missed a beat as she continued to alternately nibble on my earlobe and tickle the tip of her warm, wet tongue deliciously into my ear. “Deeper?” she teased in a whisper. I. ‘Is that all you got?’ Syd pedaled a little faster but not much. Mandy checked the gauges. ‘I think you’re slacking it.’ ‘You sound like those other therapists. I didn’t pay this much just to be hassled about giving more effort. I can read the gauges same as you. But this is boring and makes my legs hurt.’ ‘So, you need a different gauge of your effort, is that what I’m hearing? Something less boring?’ Syd nodded. Mandy braced her hands on his shoulders, swung a leg over and seated her toned. I could’ve stayed like this all night. But alas, time was of an essence. I took him deeper, as deep as my throat would allow and made sure my tongue did the work, paying attention to the tip. His hips were starting to buck and I knew it wouldn’t be long but I wanted to draw it out for a bit longer. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked from base to tip as slow as my own brain could take. My clit was on fire, desperate for attention and all I wanted to do was stick my hand up my dress. But.