‘One of the dead waiters is gripping it. It looks like he paid with his life for that bit of poor judgment.’ ‘It looks like blood on Gwen’s ar... and her hands,’ offered Ashley. ‘Steve’s arm is bleeding. His shirt looks quite red. I hope he wasn’t stabbed!’ News organizations were in a frenzy to learn more about the attack. When Lady in Red’s FaceBook page reported that Gwen and Steve were injured but alive and expected to recover, it swept across the internet and TV air waves almost immediately.. Bouncing on my fingers and just aching to cum."I glanced up at Mr. Davis who was holding onto his desk to steady himself, continuing to moan. I could tell by his face that he was about to explode."Get ready, slut. He's gonna cum." Fuck, yes!" he shouted.Tamara bounced faster on my fingers and I added a third. I watched her continue to suck as her pussy contracted on my fingers. Not a second later, Mr. Davis was pumping his cum into the little slut's mouth. Some of it missed and dripped down her. "Soooo ... You wanna do it now? Here?" No way," I shook my head. "It won't work if I know it's coming." What do you want to do then?" Troy wondered and sometimes I thought he was sorta like brain damaged."You just gotta surprise me," I said. "Like when I'm not expecting it, you know?" Oh," Troy nodded. "You want it to be like a real rape thing, huh?" Yeah," I laughed. "What do you think we're talking about?" Nah, I get it," Troy said. "No cheating though, right? Don't go putting on like six. Last he remembered was her calling him a son-of-a-bitch psycho.*****Michelle was not super aware of how to pilot a spacecraft. She had paid attention enough and been taught enough by one of her transporters to get the computer's auto pilot to work. If you can do that, the rest is easy as talking to a person. She sat in the pilot's seat, all metal and leather, and tapped a few buttons on the arm's small keyboard. The screen of a monitor to her left lit up."Welcome, pilot. Instructions?" it.