"Hold still -- we're gonna show off your good points!" Chelsea wasn't the first girl displayed; already, they'd gotten the hang of spreading their sta...ce so as to display their pussies. Chelsea locked her knees and lifted her chest to make her best impression and the projector displayed the three hundred sixty degree view. "All right!" the Marine bellowed. "Any takers?"And that's where the trouble manifested itself again. A dozen hands went up and there was no viable method of sorting out who. "Metaxa," he said. "The last until Athens is relieved of the Ottoman-Macedonian yoke, I fear."There was a short pause while the station staff attached cables to the train's batteries. One drawback of the Volks system is its reliance on electric power. The man may be a pioneer but he has failed to realise the superiority of steam traction for public transport. The pause while the power is topped up at each stop makes each journey interminable. Even the pneumatic system of the London Over Rail is. It has to happen, it’s the only way.”It wasn’t the words that stopped Hassika. It was her voice. It wasn’t Athea’s clear, bell like voice, this voice was deeper, and sounded more like war drums.“How may I address you,” Hassika asked and bowed her head.“Athea, Eyna, Chaos or Matassaja, I don’t care. You can even call me ‘you prissy little cunt’, just don’t stand in my way,” Chaos answered and turned to look at Hassika. “This is war and people die in wars. Jenaya will die in this war to protect. "Paul, jerking off together is one thing, but I'm not going to suck your cock," I said, a little less firmly than I wanted."Come on, if we were trapped on a desert island would you only fuck a volleyball or would any hole start to seem good?" That's.. That's different..." How is it different? Because we don't have palm trees? Look I'll even go first. I know you aren't good at actually saying this stuff out loud, so I'll be the queer first. I'm just going to bend over and suck your dick, you.