I massage your pussy as my lips close on your earlobe. You let out a loud sigh and moan. I feel the palm of my hand becoming wet with your juices as I...continue to massage. As I pull my hand backward my finger dips between your pussy lips.I reach up and touch your hands with mine then slowly trail my hands down the length of your arms to your shoulders, you start to drop your hands but I whisper in your ear to keep them up.I trail my hands down over your armpits and slowly down your sides to. Her smile grew as she began to kiss my stomach,reaching up, she slipped her hands under my shirt andran her nails down my side, bringing them all the waydown to the button on my pants, opening it and pullingdown the zipper in one smooth movement. Grabbing themby my hips, she pulled both them and my boxers off atthe same time, dragging them across my hard cock,letting it flip out like a spring.Finally, after they were all the way off, she walkedacross the room, dropping them carelessly on. ”Mishka added, “Right now, we aren’t in a forgiving mood, and who knows if we, or any other survivors, will ever be. You determined guilt and placed justice in our hands. You folks will just have to suck it up and live with it.”BEM looked unhappy, but nodded in agreement.Mishka added pointedly, “Before you go, we need to also set up some sort of system for order and supply. We’ll be pretty self-reliant, but we had been resigned to eating canned or prepared foods, but fresh meat and vegetables. A big man wearing biker's colors lay quietly on the floor. He looked like a clone of the one Jack shot in the hip.Tense and naked, Zelda approached the man and squatted down to take his pulse. "He's alive and faking it," she said and slammed the man's face into the floor hard enough to stun him. Jack watched her with admiration as she walked past him, a near strut in her walk.Then Jack became all business. "Asshole, the only reason I don't finish the job is the trouble it would be to get rid of.