Cyrus held her arms and Lamont had her pinned.“Fuck dat ass yo sure is tight.” “Gotta git my knife.”Lisa felt the knife cutting her ass, slic...ng and slicing.”Lamont rubbed his cock in the blood and then started to ram his dick in her ass.“Now Dats what I talkin bout.”Lamont was pounding her ass while Cyrus held her. Lisa tried to resist but Cyrus pounded her head into the table.“Fuckin keep still Bitch.” The table squeaked and shoved around as he pounded her.Lisa barely knew what was going on. Perhaps she will mention it at the Institute as a line of research to consider.By the time Donald and Emma return to their hotel, both are geeked from what they viewed, and it is not long before both are disrobed and in position to satisfy each other’s cravings. After they are sated, as they lie in each other’s arms, Emma broaches about the second confession Donald had written. Carefully, she introduces the topic and gently asks him how much or how often do these feelings come over him? She. “How far can we get in three weeks?” JW asked.Billy was already in panic mode. Decapitated chickens ain’t in it.Junior ... you remember Junior ... she who fetched me from Ludington ... Junior ... that Junior ... princess, ruler, pregnant ... just like the majority of women present in the companionway? Yeah ... her ... Junior ... the General Admiral who defeated the US of A piped up with the clincher... “How far do you want to go?”And we all turned to look at her.“Well?” she said.Clusterfuck of. But that was the rub! The pyramid was back under control. It was not accelerating as smoothly as before, but the pyramid was still flyable. They had to eliminate that last antenna, but how? Among their four spacetubs, they had only one remaining nuclear warhead. Nils thumbed his frequency selector so that he could talk to the other three members of his flight, "OK, boys, I'm open to suggestions. We've got only one missile left, so what do we do, now?"There was dead silence for a good 30 seconds.