"Cookie hadn't called me Jah in years. It was how my sister said my name when she was just a diapered, little toddler and I used to have to follow her...around and keep her out of trouble.I took her hand away and squeezed it. "Alright." I told her. "Let's get it over with."Sharky's unmarked, Ford police car was parked right in front of room 17, the farthest door from the dark, motel office. There was only one other car in the lot and that was parked in front of room 2.He let us in before we even. I was hers completely. In truth it was only a matter of two minutes at the most. Blanche slapped my face smartly."I bet you'd love to lick my panties, wouldn't you? You worthless shit." I almost whimpered at being drawn from the mesmerising scent, but the question had my cock pulsing."Yes Madam Blanche, I would love to lick your panties." Blanche laughed at my pitiful honesty and obvious excitement blurted out like a child; she was thoroughly enjoying teasing and having absolute power over me.. Hearing this I started rubbing her thighs on her skirt and with the other hand started touching her boobs through her top. She had big boobs and I took my hand and slowly put my fingers inside her bra to find her nipples completely erect. I started rubbing them and she gave a soft moan which made my cock even harder than it was. She took her hand and put it on top of my zipper while moving it. She gripped my cock through the trousers and held it hard. Meanwhile I had pulled her long skirt to. Good, it looked like it would probably fire if I could find some damned shells for it. I heard a smashing of glass and turned around to see the Muton struggling against the window, sharp claws piercing the couch an inch from his face. I slung the shotgun over my back and ran to his side, pushing the barrel of my rifle between the couch and the window, firing on full auto into the aliens who were trying to force their way in through the opening. There was a blood-chilling screech, then the claws.