The offer of a drink was welcome. Cynthia drank thankfully knowing that this too was drugged. She welcomed the unconsciousness engulfing her. She s...ept. The men un-crated her leaving her naked next to her clothes on the floor of the warehouse. Cynthia awoke and bit chilled. She felt naked, cold, alone, and grateful to be alive. She struggled to move... she dressed with a great deal of effort. Her jaws ached. Her tummy soured... she wretched and vomited bile as she remembered the night. Whatever happens to me cannot be any worst then the fate of losing you and Chrissy. Mr. Williams, is there a way that we can strike back at CITZEN and regain control over all that they have done to us?" Bill asked."Well said on the preach old boy. However, for now we have been planning out a solution as to how to re-take control. Our first wave of field agents have been sent out to try and over take on CITZEN," Mr. Williams said."Sir, I think you should take a look at this." Reno went to a TV. And for every story that you start and do not finish, you have to go down on me.’ ‘I know and he wrote 15,000 stories in 15,000 days receiving a blow job every day for more than 41 years.’ ‘Wow! That is amazing.’ ‘What’s even more amazing and kind of sad for her is that, by their agreement, he never had to go down on her because there never was a story that he started that he did not finish.’ ‘So, how did he die?’ ‘He died peacefully while she blew him for the last time.’ ‘That’s how I want to. Can he really refuse me? After all, I can deny him the promotion if I do not want him to get it.” He flashed an evil grin my way as he fondled my ass. ''Guess not...'' I whispered while I kissed and nibbled on his neck. The elevator pinged as we reached the penthouse suite; the sound of jazz music emanated from the lounge, Miles Davis's 'Green in Blue’ was playing as I turned to walk out of the elevator. I was shocked to see Roxie standing in front of us in a silk bath robe, tied under her.