"Ok, we will stay ... is that a body turning over the fire?" Susan said as she pointed to the fire pit.I looked, and almost threw up. With all the foo... out there to be hunted they were cooking a human. Bile built up in my stomach as I stepped out. My pistols were in my hands as I looked around for anyone to reveal themselves. I could hear several babies crying, and I shuddered at what fate was in store for them.Screaming caught my attention and I turned and raised my pistol as three men and two. Gone was the adolescent baby fatand chubby cheeks, the kid's jeans, the toy store jewelry, the crayonbox makeup--the trying to look like a big girl. This new Phoebe was chicand sleek (in truth, a little gaunt), seeming older than her years, forsure, but still vulnerable in ways Phoebe herself would deny, not evenunderstand She was not as jaded and cynical as she would like the world--or, for that matter, herself--to believe.This was the same little girl with whom Marcia used to lie on the. I know a countdown is in store. But will I be able to cum at the end or be denied?“Since my filthy whore rushed this morning to be ready, perhaps we will withhold your orgasm, or perhaps we won’t,” you tease me as you hold my nose tighter to your mons. You begin a count as you aggressively grind your sex against my face, “Ten… Nine…Eight… Squeeze!” My orgasm rushing forward as you count, my body begins shaking as I fight to hold it back. “Seven… Six… SWAT!” I drop my hand and give my. ?I’m Lt. Lewis, this is Sgt. Johns??.? ?Lewis? Lewis, you? You couldn’t be the? The one who found me that morning. Are? Are you?? Seeing her eyes glancing him over, slowly nodding back, just a nod in response as he watches her hands fold together, her fingers interlock in front of her, he waits in silence as she breaks a hint of a forced smile. ?You shouldn’t be too embarrassed, I’m not anymore,? she quietly speaks. ?You put your jacket over me, you untied? You whispered.