He could hear the woman move behind him but he did not look back. When he reached the door he turned to look and she was gone. The room was empty. He ...pened the door and went in. The room was all but dark. When his eyes got accustomed to the low light he could see what looked a rack at the far wall. A rack? He went to back out when he felt a blunt object press into the middle of his back.'Don't move. Listen to me and do not speak.''What... 'Whatever she was holding pressed into his back more. For the rest of the night... until lights out... andThey... They filled me up... with Their horrible sperm... I... I stillhave plenty of DNA evidence... inside me... in my stomach if... if Youwant to check... uhhh... check my story... to make sure... and see forYourselves... if I?m telling the truth?... I... I could throw up foryou... I?m so sick... from all the sperm... that I could probably doit... I... I know I spit up quite a bit of saliva... into Their pubichair... while I was sucking. She hugged me tightly and started to sleep. I was half asleep by now and she pushed my head on her boobs.My whole head was covered with her huge boobs and was between her cleavage. I smelled her sweat and our cum between her squishy cleavage. But still, I drifted into sleep because of exhaustion.I didn’t realize when I slept between her lovely boobs. But it was one of the best sleep that I had in my life. Then I woke up around 8:30 am and was still between her boobs. Seeing her boobs naked. She glanced at the scan and saw a harassed looking woman of about thirty, medium height, mousy shoulder length hair, and not very pretty, standing patiently outside. What scared her rigid was that the door identified her as Mrs. Sandra Harris.'Oh, well, ' thought Martha, 'It had to end sometime, and it's been a fun six months.'"Let her in," she told the door.Sandra came in to the room and looked round her."Well, at least he keeps you in style," she said, "I know all about it; he told me.