" Kim moaned and mumblea response around my wifes pussy. " I Know you love to eat me, stick two fingers in my pussy, yes that's it just like that,...oh yes lick my clit and fuck me with your fingers." Catrina said. " yes, yes, oh yes, fuckme hard with your fingers, harder, harder." Catrina's moans grew louder, I could tell she was getting ready to come. My8 inch, very thick cock was rock hard. I started to stroke myself through my pants.I coulnd't really believe what I was seeing.. I was virtually frogmarched into the general manager’s office, past rows of sniggering secretaries, with a “here’s-another-one” expression on their faces. She was a very feminine general manager. Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptuous, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-suit. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total. A hundred and seven small pyramids of wood were on the large field that had been the site of the battle. They had buried the, more than three hundred, traitors in the woods over three miles from the village. A geomancer had just opened a massive hole in the ground and the bodies laid at the bottom of it, and then he had refilled it. The priests said a prayer over the Isolationists' bodies, but none of the villagers mourned their passing, at least not in public.It was, by far, the largest. When Leah finished, she fully expected for the boy to slash her throat. Why wouldn’t he? She would be a monster in his eyes, after all.Instead, the boy withdrew his knife and stepped backwards, giving Leah space once more.Now that she was free, Leah realized she was trembling. For the first time since her transformation, she was afraid.“Wow,” the boy said. “That’s a lot.”Leah prepped herself to bolt. Now that she had space, escape was possible. In his partially drained state, he would likely be.