At the back, she was aware of a cock pushing into her, she had no idea who it belonged to and she didn’t care, as the one on her mouth started to ra...idly fuck her face. In and out, the hard cock slid over her tongue, soon starting a rhythm with the one in her vagina. The see-sawing of the two cocks continued as fingers probed her arse and she felt teeth scraping over her engorged nipples. With a jerk, the cock in her mouth throbbed and then deposited its salty load over her tongue, some of the. Once there, it paused whilst Emma thrilled in anticipation of the joy to come before sinking onto the staff. Little by little, she felt the head of Rick’s hero press inside, fill her, exploring every warm fold of her inner temple, her citadel of rapture and love. Emma responded in a hoarse whisper, ‘My willing Juliet greets your Romeo, craving his visit. ‘Oh gentle Romeo! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.’ Let him enter and welcome Juliet’s embrace.’ And she squeezed the internal. ‘Julia? You in?’ She had agreed. From then on all she had was flashes of memory: sitting on the floor when no chairs were available, trying to find a radio so she could dance, leaning her forehead against the cool window pane and thanking it for feeling so nice. Everything after that was completely blank. Her reminiscing didn’t get her any closer to figuring out where she had woken up. She assumed someone from the office had taken her home with them, and she had the sinking suspicion it wasn’t. Rats in the walls. It reminds me of a story I read once, but that’s what we figured. An infestation. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it? The mere word gives me the creepy crawlies: INFESTATION. Whether rats or roaches, it’s never a good word. The kids started up with stories about little men. Kenny even said he saw one. Kathy heard them whispering under her bed. You know, typical kid stuff. They didn’t say if the little men were elves or leprechauns or gnomes or fairies or what. They just called them.