Fred`s hot lips crushed against Pam`s, his hands sliding into her shirt clawing feverishly at her lush breasts, as she in turn, once the initial shock...had worn off threw her hands round his neck. Within a very few moments clothing was littering the floor, naked bodies writhing on the carpet alarming Dan the old dog, who retreated to his basket as these humans rolled eagerly about on his hearth. Groans could be heard from the kitchen as Molly the tigress and her victim Jim were becoming. "They sat looking at each other briefly, and then Beall blew some smoke toward the ceiling and asked, "Did you examine Miss Miller's body closely or did a local doctor perhaps?" Yes, I did. Her throat had been cut, the jugular, probably from behind, and I'm sure she was dead before her arm was cut off. There were no signs of struggle, of roughness, around the wounds. The arm was removed as if a surgeon had done it. I saw a few of those amputations during the war, the revolt." Clean cut, eh?". He finally settled down to work on her right breast. It was the nearest one to him. I watched as he ran his fingers in circles across her large mound of flesh. There was a lot so it took him a while to cover every inch of it. He then seemed to focus on one particular spot. It had to be her nipple. He could have hours of endless fun fiddling with that I thought. Once her nips became engorged she could end up having one small orgasm after another if you played with them long enough. I just hoped. They must believe you." Cody thought for a moment, then continued, "You are guiding a group for the Major. This is a special project, and the Major has already been paid half. He won't get the second half until the project is complete. They understand graft, and they will believe that. Make them believe, Lieutenant." Lieutenant," Gabir snapped angrily. "You're hyperventilating. Continue, and you will pass out, and die. Take a deep breath and hold it. Hold it," Gabir repeated when the Lieutenant.