.. ... the wagon was now thirty feet ahead.Letting out a groan that she now had to RUN in the mud, Wendy set out after the wagon. It was a small one, ...aybe ten feet long, up on four spoked wheels and pulled by two horses. Behind the driver's bench, curved poles held up a canvas tent over the cargo area. A flap covered the back, tied down to keep the rain out.As she came closer, something ... tugged at her attention. Wendy could sense something. Something that had been at the fringes of her. The terrorists who had been caught before they released the virus in the US had been interrogated and although they hadn't given away much, one thing they had disclosed was that the operation had been code-named 'Bird Song'. The fact that the woman who had originated all of the calls had referred to herself as Bird Song was being seen as a sure indication that she was the leader of what was going on in the UK.The locations where the calls went to were also looked at - Glasgow, Edinburgh, Leeds,. It reignited the argument until Rebecca turned exasperated to me, and asked. “What would you do if you saw another man fucking your girlfriend?”“Ummm… if that’s Katherine, wait until they’ve finished and go down on her. She insists.”Katherine yelped in delight. “See. See… I told you. It’s not a problem. It’s what we do. Please…”“Poppet, it’s not one man. It’s…”“It’s loads, I know. But not a single guy has come in my cunt since Christmas without him sucking it back out.” Her eyes flicked towards. She smiled and lifted a foot coquettishly- "Is this what you want?" she asked giggling. "Yes baby you know it is". "Do you want me to press my feet against your hard cock?" she asked seductively. The image of her foot against his cock made him shudder with desire; already a bead of precum formed on the tip and was soaking his shorts. "Yes", he said in a low voice as he gulped. She sat down on the bed and waited for him to kneel in front of her, she lifted one sandaled foot to him and he took.