”“Oh fuck yes I did.”Steven admitted gladly. “She has a mouth like a Hoover. The bitch was wetter than my girlfriend most of the time I fucked...her. She enjoyed it” He smirked back at me, the lying son of a bitch. I wanted to knock him out.“Now for your punishment” Gene said. But it wouldn’t seem like much of a punishment. I had already fucked Steven, practically by Mr. Lamar’s request and I had wanted Colin badly. If I fucked all three right there it would have been better than when Gene had. How could she not have found his phone?! His hand was very soft on my chest. Not rough like Ken’s was. All those years of being a mechanic had made Ken’s hands calloused and hard. His nails always dug into my boobs when he was excited and sometimes scratched me. Danny must bite his nails or just have soft fingers. They felt different on me. Nice. Soft. Heavenly, almost. I sniffled away the remainder of my tears, smiling. Melanie was getting into position for a good picture. “Rip that cup off. I want them all bagged and yesterday, you see. It was the perfect trap and they fell into it. After that, I want you to go to South Africa and start converting folks there. Anyone fourteen and up who doesn’t have a halo, babe. Claire, you can go to the Congo and do the same. Marisol is to go to Nigeria and work her way westward, while Kerry does the same in the Sudan and spreads out from there. We’ll own Africa, what parts aren’t already controlled by Michaelists, that is.“Same rules for all of. We pulled up and dismounted hitching our horses to the back wheel of one of the wagons. An older man with arms as large as a blacksmith’s came around one of the wagons and broke into a grin welcoming Giuseppe in a heavy German accent.Giuseppe introduced me to Heinrich Schoenfeld, the leader of this group. Heinrich invited us to have some coffee. As we arranged ourselves at a small table under a dining fly, Giuseppe asked Heinrich if things were going any better than when he’d last seen.