So pull up your pants and let’s go to my place.’ As she lifted herself off my cock, I watched a trickle of our combined juices leak out of her and...drip on my groin. I was grinning nastily at her as I said, ‘Hold on a minute, slut. Not so fucking fast.’ ‘What’s the matter? What’s wrong?’ she asked nervously. I smiled and answered playfully, ‘First you got a mess to clean up here.’ Then I pointed at my cock and balls as I spread my legs. ‘Of course baby,’ she said, smiling brightly. Then she. And I held out the hope that maybe during the late night out I couldfind a way to humiliate Danielle.We went to a popular Philadelphia transvestite bar called 'Suds andSissies', it was kind of seedy and not nearly as nice as our club. Thecats continued to gossip about Christopher with the Swedish cat Agnesfinally confessing that one afternoon at the club Christopher had fuckedher in the ass, she tried to resist but Christopher kept saying, "Don'tbe difficult like a kangaroo mate, you know you. She hasblack lipstick, long black fingernails, and pale white skin, as well as an evilsmile as she looked Felicia up and down.The daughter was named Ester, andshe looked a lot like her mother (she was also a Goth and had the same hair,nail, and lipstick color as well as the same skin tone). Her face lookedsimilar to her mother?s except it was covered in acne and she just stared moodilyat the kidnapped cheerleader. She wore mostly the same outfit as her mother,except more modest around the chest. What did you expect?” Kate the peacemaker, struck again.“Edna is better than I am.” I added for effect.“No shit?”“She is.”Fighting two-foot tall ants was a pain in the back, literally. My spike got a full workout, along with countless thrusts swings and chops. The hammer end worked better than the blade, which had a smaller chance of glancing off the shiny armor of the huge carpenter ants. The bosses were no harder to kill for any of us than the regular types. At least that is what it felt.