Emma was squeezing my leg softly, running out of air. I could feel her body start to tremble and shake slightly against my legs."Well we'll be at the ...otel in about 20 minutes so it shouldn't be for much longer." She said."Okay, thanks Ms. Bayer." I managed to say as she left towards her seat.Emma tried to pull off my cock but I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her head and pushed her back down as I came gallons of cum down her throat and into her stomach. She gagged and choked quietly on. Buttercup, however, seemed to even hate her bonus and had almost refused to take it when it was handed to her, but Tracey ensured she took away as much as she was given. The next few days continued in much the same fashion. A day at work alternating with a day of exchanging at the market-place whatever collection of chicken pieces, beer, canned food or chocolate bars Tracey and especially Buttercup had earned from a day of tedious factory work and non-consensual sex. The day at work was too. Today he brought a black friend.At first glance of him getting out of the car he looked like a bum or ole drunk.He was very tall and very skinny.Had a knappy head with some grey in the front.Had a mustache and some crazy hair on his chin.His skin was ashy and when he walked he looked like he would fall over.I would say he was in his fifties but may have been younger due to his lifestyle.Walt asked me how things were going and if I was taking care of my mom.He was always nice to me and treated. I almost felt like whistling a tune, but it felt weird knowing that the only tunes I could really whistle were from the Frank Sinatra and big band era, unless it was a TV theme song. The good mood lasted until I was walking up the steps to the porch, and then it didn't go away so much as get washed over with the somber memory of why I was here at this house. Cooper James had lost his parents, and what remained of their lives together were here, and it was up to me to honor their memories for.