Marsha's hand found Catie's and their fingers intertwined. Catie was going to slid in and give her a kiss, but Marsha stopped her. "Not here, too many...people out walking," she responded giving Catie's hand a squeeze.After a short ride they were safely behind the doors of her modest ranch house. Once the blinds were lowered and the drapes drawn, she pulled Catie into her arms and gave her a long lingering kiss. Catie became even hotter than she had been backstage as she returned the kiss. "I. I could feel him quivering under me as he clamped down on both my nippes with his hands. I put my hand over his mouth in case he made a sound. He was totally spent as he lay under me, limp, his cock shrinking out of my pussy, allowing all of our juices to run down onto the bed. He was perfectly still, breathing softly, as I kissed him again and thanked him. It was then the door opened and somebody climbed into the cab. The door shut and the curtain opened. It was hubby and the cop was gone. As. His voice began to become muddled and distant. Her eyes began to feel heavy. She saw Dr. Giordano approach her and oblivion.Location UnknownViolet came to, her head swimming and bleary.“Where am I?” she groggily asked no one in particular. She was in a dark purple room with much black on the walls. She couldn’t see very clearly from the sleep. Memories of before the blackout crashed into her mind. Dr. Giordano’s, dinner, drink… Did I drink too much? Does he think I’m alcoholic? Why can’t I. If that man wanted to volunteer, please answer to his call sign. There was no answer to the first name and Barati's disappointment showed as he went on. There were answers to the next four callsigns and then another silence. The silences became more frequent as the list progressed. At twenty volunteers, McCock excused himself and headed back to the apartment block. He noticed movement at the female quarters and saw a group of females hurrying across to the community hall. He had barely further.