Hmmm, a little more cultured. Not just accent, but maybe ... old money, I'd guess. He's used to being rich. Didn't Diana say that he used to own this ...abulous building? He would have to be rich, then.The food all passed around, she ate a few bites, listening to the conversations going on about her, then took a sip of her iced tea. Sweet, with a sharp bite of lemon. Southern drink, she mused. But why haven't I tried it like that. It's good."Crushed ice," Diana said. "We serve it with crushed. I laughed as Rob’s cock violated my eager cunt! There were the usual lost pricks wandering round without a cunt.“Home sweet cunt!” Rob whispered in my ear!“We haven’t taken a cunt away yet! There’s a hot pit for everyone!” Kitty yelled.All the cocks that had found a vagina were, with various displays of vigour, fucking the channel that they had found. It was delightfully degenerate.Eventually every cock was embedded.“OK on you go!” One of the Tims put his arm round Miss Ferguson’s waist and. A mutedscream escaped her lips, and she turned her face looking at me. Fearand surprise was written all over her face, eyes wide open, fullluscious lips forming an o of a scream lost in the loud clacking ofthe train.I pushed her back up against the wall and exerted the full weight ofmy body in her, feeling the swell of the breasts on my chest. Hernipples poking through three layers of cloth and making their presencefelt on my chest. The surprise had subsided and fear had taken over.She wriggled. After a few minutes they both nodded to each other.The General turned and walked out the door, he took out his mobile phone while he walked. The Sergeant turned to Jackson and said, “Deputy, that’s Johnny Reb, a Marine who’ll be sadly missed. His full name is Master Gunnery Sergeant Rudolph Eugene Brooks, a beached Marine. No one knows when or where he got the nickname or why, but all who knew him called him by his nickname of Johnny Reb. We’ll arrange for his transfer and burial in.