It was not a large area and I moved very slowly from place to place being sure to not miss any spot. I licked as far inside her hole as I could reach ...nd then pressed my face harder into her pussy holding my breath while I reached in another inch with my tongue. She was having trouble staying still. She didn’t want me to stop and her natural reaction was to roll her hips up harder against my mouth and my tongue. She was trembling now and I moved to my next target. I dropped my mouth a little. He needn't have worried. As he was pulling his mask off, he was welcomed and given a bottle of water.Kayla, Carter and Jeff picked up the pace. Carter dropped out a little past the five mile marker, but Kayla hung in until mile seven before joining Art and Carter in the lead vehicle. As Kayla unzipped her jacket and took her mask off, she took a swig from the bottle of water given to her by one of the Security troopers. Art sat staring out the front. "How does he do that?" he almost whispered. It was the confession of one 'Dougal Tawesson', and mostly it followed 'Jekyll's' from the story. Large chunks were identical. (A pure liberal arts education isn't worth much outside of academia, but at least I knew literature.) Key details were different, though. It took place in Edinburgh, not London. Instead of murdering a prominent citizen, his alternate form had killed a prostitute who'd refused him 'service'. But, like in the original (Or was it original? I had begun to doubt...) there. It worked and she was able to focus enough to get her seatbelt unbuckled. Water was up to her lap now. She reasoned she had about a minute to extricate Marisa from her seatbelt and get them both out of the submerged car. She looked over her shoulder towards the back window. To her amazement, the back of the car appeared to be above the water. She redoubled her efforts to get Marisa out of her seatbelt as the water rose above her waist. She was not letting them drown in water shallow enough to.