England was now run by a ruthless dictator. All over the country there were gangs running things, there were no big cities or towns left just small vi...lage’s run by friends of the dictator. In one part of the country a village of 60 people had been raided by a gang of teenagers but unbeknown to the raiders the village chief had been told of the raid in advance and had set traps catching 6 of the raiders with the rest either being killed or driven off. The morning after the raid the village. They were saying that we were in the apocalypse, that this was happening worldwide. It was on every continent, every country. There was no escaping this shit. I watched the gory images of the attacks for hours on the channel. Every now and then I would focus my attention on the security cameras outside, making sure they hadn’t breached the premises. The sun started going down. It tucked behind the skyline as I looked out of the window. The beautiful pinkish sky began to turn black as night. He then wandered over to Miguel, who like Moss had been sitting by the side waiting for his part."You think you can do it, Mig?" the director asked sympathetically."You fucking bet. They don't call me Big Mig for nothing!" That I know. That I know. Just let the girls recover a bit. Their fannies have taken a bit of a beating. Wanna beer?"The director handed Miguel a chilled can of lager. "Not on the job. I've got a reputation to keep, man. But you got any more snow?" Yeah right. Whatever."Like. As soon as I reached there I wanted to bark at him, but I didn’t. I raised my t-shirt and my bra until my collarbones. I looked at him for a minute and said, “All yours.” He was delighted like a small child.He pounded at me and grabbed those melons. He started to maul them up, he was rough but what he did shocked me. I kept mum until he was finished mauling them. As soon as he was finished with the shape and size test, he moved to the next level for a taste check.He gulped my nipple in his.