One of the guys had began to whistle as I walked in front of them. I heard him tell his buddy, that he'd love to tap my tight ass. I turned around a...d told him, hopefully the rain will hold out long enough until my interview is over and he may have that chance. I found my building and left the guys staring at me. As I rode the elevator to the ninth floor, there was a good looking stud of a man standing next to me. We looked each other up and down as we both got off at the same floor. He. She scratched behind my ears and patted my head as if I truly were a dog, then pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs, drawing my face to her cunt. She spoke and her words made me feel the humiliation of what I was experiencing again. Lick my cunt clean, bitch. I began to do as I had been commanded. Her cunt was a messy swamp of her own cunt juice mixed with Masters and the black mans cum. I licked and sucked drawing the cum out of her in great gobs, dutifully swallowing each mouthful.. Mortars were an indirect fire weapon, since their high trajectory allowed them to fire over intervening buildings, but they were much more accurate when fired line-of-sight. That was the case with the mortars and machine guns I had taken on directly, but at least some of them had managed to fire indirectly. The vehicle park, in particular, was not in line-of-sight from outside the wall, but it had been hammered. Everything about the mortar and machine gun attack spoke of professional. Inside the walls, the streets were clean, the buildings properly maintained and the shops well-stocked. But, most of all, the people inside the city walls were better dressed, better spoken and better fed. In actual fact, a higher proportion of those confined within the walls were of foreign origin than those outside. Many were tourists from China, Korea and Brazil, but most of the others were students at the venerable University of Oxford. Although they mostly came from the same wealthy.