There were no TVs in the kids' rooms, and only the oldest boy had a computer. "Repressed", was the word that came to quite a few of my minds.I concent...ated on D-Cup's room. The walls of her room were covered by many paintings. Some of them were framed, but most were merely pinned in place, giving me a feeling that they were her creations. If so, then she had quite a lot of talent, according to my very uninformed opinion.Other than art, her room held several soft toys of the type that girls seem. Even if by some miracle the enemy didn’t catch them on the way to the checkpoint, the checkpoint commander would have ordered the barriers dropped long before they got there. Now’s not the time for stupid self-sacrifice, Faltia’s voice echoed in my head. Faltia could eat my fat dick. “In here!” I yelled, and rammed my shoulder against a warehouse door. I bounced off it like a fucking tennis ball, and sprawled out onto the concrete. The ogre barreled past me, and blew the door open, and Oriok. Fitting, she thought... the word just reminded her of the feeling of how things "fit" in her. And once that strong of a thought was there, it was not going to go away easily. She got off the bed and moved to her vanity set, sitting down in front of her mirror.She just looked at herself, wearing bright purple pyjamas. She didn't look any different despite feeling entirely different on the inside. And on the outside, in a few ways. She was still recovering from the pain and pleasure of having. Atif “baby, wanna go home?” Me “yes.“Lets move, take this and come out, we are waiting at reception” He threw by bra and slacks which he picked from waiters in morning and both went out. The slacks was filled with cum, I guessed it could be of those waiters. I wore them and came out walking to see both were not there, but only the reception guy. Me “hey where is Lalu and Atif?” to which he answered “oh they might me bringing car” he stared me lustily top to bottom and stood beside me, I wanted.