.”He interrupted to snarl out, his voice echoing in the big room, “Should!” then in a more normal tone, “But those things are fairly bristling...with weapons, and, as I’m sure you noticed from the vid I left you, their weapons are potent. Whether the interceptors’ shields will hold up against that firepower is something we’re going to have to learn the hard way. And I will not have you in harm’s way while we’re finding out.”“But you’re going to allow Arlene and Ann to fight...”Again, he. "I should be surprised if a woman like her did not catch the cab drivers' eyes." I suppose we'll try."Rose had an idea. "Wait! Jim, let us try to involve Miss Martin! If she was calling on Crewes' house, Wharton might answer. Miss Martin could sketch her from memory."Jim bent down to kiss Rose. "You are brilliant, darling! Let us do that first thing tomorrow."With that, the Tremaynes and their guests settled into a rather uneventful evening.Rose insisted on paying the call on Miss Martin. "No, daddy, stop. Stop! It hurts!". Oh, yes, it was now. Today. Peter sucked as hard as fast as he had everdone before. "No! Please, daddy. No!". The pain became euphoric. Somethingelse. Couldn't think. Head hurt. Both of them. His temples throbbed. Hisface was on fire. His knob hurt. Odd pain. Strange. Needles. "Oh, God!" Itfelt like his cockhead was about to explode. No. It was. It wasexploding. Kevin let out a scream as his body writhed. Oh, God, don't letme die! The first lava shot hit the. "I love dicks," she declaimed in that ponderous tone that most people only use when drunk. "There's nothing like the real thing. Why do MEN have to be attached to the goddamned things?" She popped the one she was holding back into her mouth.In the background, the 'medic' chuckled. "That one needs to find herself a nice transvestite..."Bart helped Shannon dress; clearly, the night had taken a lot out of her. Then they headed out, Bart with an arm around each of his women. "I did nine," Shannon.