Two minutes of sucking passed on that double-dildo before they all teamed up on me. The dildo was taken from my mouth while I was told to lay on my ba...k, legs spread. Soon enough Grace was between my legs, kissing up my thighs as her fingers gently tapped against my nethers, slowly working her lips up towards my sex, while Amy and Lynne suckled upon my breasts, hands massaging my flesh while Lynne moved over me, straddling my face. My vision was taken up with her body, staring up at her as she. Explosions of color and light suffused my closed lids as waves of pleasure coasted and crashed through my core. I could feel the edge approaching like an out of control freight train. I groaned and gasped, breathless 'fucks' exploding on the exhales. Outside the stall, my unintended partner mewled, the rustling coming louder and faster. “Fuck. Fuck! I'm gonna come, baby... oh fuck, yes!” The sounds of a body falling heavily against a different stall door were punctuated with high pitched grunts. If you must, just call me Daddy, but not Pops." "OK, Daddy, whatever blows your skirt up. Where we goin'?" "To my house, baby." "Then what?" "I haven't decided yet, baby. Let Daddy get to know you a little first, OK?" "It's your dime Po...er..Daddy." "That's much better Princess. Do you like calling me Daddy?" "It's OK, you certainly ain't the first." As we drove along I started asking her about how she came to be on the street. "Well, I certainly didn't start out to be here. I got to doin'. Warren smiled, ‘He won’t. It would lower the efficiency of his super human senses. I’ll take one, as long as you’re offering.’ Leer sighed. ‘Alright, professor,’ he imitated Warren adjusting his glasses, ‘to the war room?’ The three found Draga sitting in the middle of the couch, a seabag open between her legs. Her face was shadowed under the brim of a jungle cover tipped at a haphazard angle on her head. On the couch to her right a CZ-75 sidearm in an OD green holster lay atop a shrapnel.