“Mr. President, we’re nearing the endpoint.” The voice belonged to Sergeant Barns, leading the convoy. The endpoint he referred to was the dista...ce from Augusta where every drone had been demolished.“Slow down and give us a full view,” said Collins.The trucks slowed and all the soldiers manning the turrets panned around with their cameras, showing the scenery. They were on a highway leading into Augusta, but it was completely empty. For the sergeant, it was an eerily familiar sight. Having led. .“ said Quentin. He was fast coming to a peak. He rammed and rammed brutally, his features contorted with insensate lust. He had no control over his mouth again. He was drooling lasciviously. Miss Judith looked to one side, not able to bear the sight of it all. As to what Petula was enduring was beyond her capability of imagining. Too, too hideous. But, then, she was nothing more that a slave... who had to endure whatever was inflicted upon her.Quentin realised that Petula's buttocks were. "Falkren," I say gently, turning slightly to focus my attention to him."Yes, Mistress?" Falkren replied worriedly."You have been a slave in my household for what? Three years now?" Four, actually, madam." Falkren responded cautiously."That long! My goodness!" I smile at him, before I turn to Eric. "And Eric? Five years is it?"Eric nods his head, as he replies, "Yes, Mistress." And Jorah." I turn my radiant smile towards him. "You are new to our little… let's say family. Yes?"Jorah shuffled. Let me see them bounce.” Shelly moaned around his thrusting cock and pulled the stretchy collar of her sweater down until her breasts popped out. Her nipples were dark, tight nubs that ached to be used. She cupped her heavy mounds and bounced them for the captain. He groaned and reached down. Rough fingers twisted a nipple and Shelly moaned again, sucking on the hard pole in her mouth. “Oh yes. I want to try that pussy now. Would you like that?” Shelly nodded up at him and the captain pulled.