“Get ready for the money shot!” she told the crowd. Sonja’s mouth enveloped the little soldier, who started marching. Josh was face-fucking Sonj... on the wall. Veronica looked at me and winked. I could take a hint. We joined them on the wall and soon Veronica was sucking on my cum gun. More people arrived, more cellphones took pictures. Then an older woman dialed her flip-phone and dialed. I was pretty sure it was only three digits. “She called the police,” I yelled. All four of us jumped down. " Whose pussy, slut?" "Yours, Sir. I am sorry, Sir." No need to apologize. I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to." Oh, yes, Sir. How could I forget when you have me at such a disadvantage?"Her predicament was clear. She was tied in a chair, hips and ass tight against the back, arms straight down to her sides and feet one to each leg, on the outside, so that her pussy was spread wide open, fully accessible to my attentions.But I hadn't stopped at tying her to the chair. Once. The robot raced through one of the vehicle entrances. A helmet was strapped on top and a police riot shield was on the front. It wouldn’t fool anyone into thinking it was a human, but in the darkness, smoke, and fire from the explosions, it would call for a second look.“One thousand two!” Singer counted, and ten members of Ghost Two raced into the building from the opposite side.The hostages were immediately visible to Singer. They were in an office with a large picture window overlooking the. She went back to sucking and he pushed her head down. She was beginning to gag. I began to play with my pussy, reaching up underneath my short skirt. She spit up with about 1 inch of his cock left but he didn’t let her head go. “Keep it up slut!” he ordered and she somehow swallowed the entire thing but spit up again and again.“Yeah slut, that’s the way, spit up on that cock!” He then let her head go and she pulled off of it, coughing, eyes running. He slapped her again “Get back to work.