She rose her legs and placed them over my shoulders, clenching my head between her thighs as I licked and sucked. I kept looking up into her face, and...saw her rolling her shoulders, eyes closed and biting her lip as she moaned over and over. Her hips started their dance up and down and I knew she was close.“Oh yes Pete, you’re gonna make me cum again. Oh keep going baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’M CUMMING!”The last was as a shout that turned into a long drawn out moan as her back went. That done, wepushed through swing doors into a cavernous space to be greeted by awall of sound.The club was a high-ceilinged oblong in a converted warehouse. Thedancefloor occupied the whole of the ground level, with an MC operatinga sound system at one end of the room. There were stairs to amezzanine balcony with a glass floor where there was a bar and tablesfor those who wanted to sit. Burgers and fries and pizza wereavailable for those who needed food, although few people took up. They already control East Mesa and are trying to resettle Apache Junction over in Pinal County. Those fucking assholes!” Sandeep used far fouler language than in the past.“Yes, well, on the good news front, I’ve decided that you’re to breed Melissa here, along with Maneet and Stacey. Ana, Teresa ... I want Jim to do the job. Patty, I want Adam to do it. Dee, that will be Chad’s work. Mom, it’s Joe’s turn to put a baby in you. Elaine, it will be Gordon. Nicole, it’s Daryl.“Carrie, Alejandra,. Is that something you believe?”“I do?”“And yet BDSM is practiced by consenting adults across the United States. Are they wrong for doing that?”Sunny's brow narrowed. “I don't understand the question.”“You don't?” Elisabet asked, a note of incredulity in her voice as if Sunny was an idiot. “Are normal Americans who indulge in BDSM wrong for doing something consensual? Something legal?”“Well, they're not wrong, but—”“And is there any sign that Clint actually abused the women in his family who.