Then he pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed it. Her white bra didn’t quite conceal her full breasts. She looked eighteen or nineteen, com...act and well built, not skinny or obese, but pleasantly plump. I was aroused.As he worked, I asked him, “So what happens after we fuck her? I don’t want to be involved in a murder.” Bill shot me a quick look. “You wouldn’t have much of a choice, would you?” he said with a sneer. “But it won’t come to that. You see we’ve been doing this for. .. ma'am? It's actually... Petra."I sounded so mousey."Oh, excuse me... PETra. I'll take that under consideration!"She grinned as if I was the cutest thing to ever daredto speak its mind.I thought maybe I could save face by changing the subject. I pointed to the stall behind her."Hey, I remember that lady -- that's... uh... Micky, right? Maybe I'm not supposed to say this, but isn't she's one of those 'service ladies'?"I wanted to make it clear that I was more like Ms. Lauren, and not a stupid. Tamara began to speed up her movements. She was close to cumming and I wasn't too to far behind her. She put her hands on my chest for leverage and began to rise up and sit back down rapidly. She was going so fast I just stopped trying to keep up and just thrust up hard. That was enough to send her over the edge and she began to cum. I kept thrusting up and she kept cumming. She stiffened and that set me off. She relaxed and lay down on my chest and purred.She looked up at me and said, "I was. And there it did it again. We may be looking at multiple incursion points here."While he was reporting in, Jennifer stood up and started wandering off. Matt called out, "Jennifer! I know you may not be ready for this, and ordinarily I wouldn't be asking you to right now, but if this is what I think it is, we're going to be spread pretty thin. Do you think you're okay to transform and fight?"She turned and looked at him, then said, "Yes. Fight. Give me a V, I, C, T…" Matt sensed something was.