I made her gag on it. I asked her who’s mouth was it. She said it was for me to fuck and use. I said damn right bitch.

I used both hands and co...tinued to face fuck her. Her make up was running down her cheeks. I made her smell and suck on my hairy balls. I was in a position where I covered her whole head besides her eyes, that looked pleadingly at me for more. 

I wrestled her up, and than swung her over to the railing. I whispered in her ear that I was going to treat her like the cumbucket. Today was Sunday, the gym didn't open until ten in order to give the staff time to attend services if they choose to. We always went on Saturday night. I switched on the large flat screen monitor, which was connected to the security system. I was looking at nine views taken from the various cameras mounted throughout the gym and the view of the parking lot. I found the kids in the boxing room. They were inside the ring each dressed in shorts and a tank top. Matt, the eldest, was fourteen years. He reached his arm out and placed it around Misty's shoulder. In her half drunk and upper stupor and the other half lust of his cock Misty leaned into Milton and I could clearly see her hand go to his cock. I moved to Dawn and whispered in her ear that Misty was grabbing Milton's cock. Dawn smiled and grabbed mine.We watched Milton cup her breast and then lean in and take the other one in his mouth. Misty laid her head back against his arm and was enjoying his foreplay. This went on for a. At ease, Men. I'm Colonel Raymond Harriman. Who are you, young man?" I'm Jim Sinclair from Richmond, Virginia. Cathy, the young woman the other guys killed, and I were traveling the northern portion of the country before returning to Richmond. I left Richmond in early June and met Cathy with some other survivors in Belfast, Maine. They were going to head south and she decided to go with me and see the country one last time. We went through eastern Canada, Niagara Falls, followed a northerly.