Some time later, she had no idea how long, she heard voices swimming in and out of consciousness - just words - nothing making sense. She was dimly a...are that she was sitting. She tried opening her eyes but it made no more sense, just shapes moving around. Gradually the patterns started to make sense and turned into people - two of them. She made to stand up but couldn't make her arms and legs do what she wanted them to do."She's coming round " said a voice which sounded strangely familiar,. Daz got the message and forced his tongue inside her and began to vigorously work it around, she was incredibly wet and the bald pussy made it so easy for him to enjoy what she badly wanted. She quickly tired of his thrusting tongue and positioned her pussy so that her clit would get a good working over.Daz had nearly forgotten about the others in the room with the moaning coming from the owner of the bald pussy that he was licking so furiously when he felt a finger applying lubricant to his. Nothing real special compared to the first time, he fucked my ass in a closet while his son was eating breakfast next door. All I remembered was a dark room, my face shoved into the maids pillows while daddie shoved his uncut cock into my anus. The veins on his brown cock pulsing with blood while in there felt great. Then came a day, this tall muscle guy knocked on the door, the maid answered and he came in. He looked like one of those Bollywood hunks except he had darker skin like black and he. There's a universal belief there that the Israelis were developing the Satan Bug in some secret bio-weapons lab in Tel Aviv, and it somehow escaped."Megan grimaced and muttered, "They think that, huh? Why am I not surprised? It's so easy to blame the victim, especially when the victim is already dead." No proof of course, but the belief has evolved into absolute truth. It's even a crime to suggest otherwise."Megan stretched her arms and shrugged."You have no idea Megan how the plague changed.