Soon she was clawing at his arm, and begging him to fuck her harder. He pushed two more fingers into her slick hole and covered her mouth with his. As...their tongues battled he fucked her with a rhythm that her body craved. When she came she was screaming into his mouth and he was aching to bury his cock in the depths of her sex. Pete pressed his forehead against hers and sighed. "You need to dry off and get dressed for supper. I left your clothes out on the bed." Michelle sighed. "Okay," she. She keeps her blonde hair styled in a short cut that is slightly spikey. It suits her pretty face.I hesitated for a moment as I looked at her and her eyes locked on mine through the small gap in the fence. I gave a slight smile and started stroking again as her gaze returned to the swollen cock in my hands. I struggled not to cum as the thought of her watching me jerk off excited me greatly. I could make out the movement of her hand going between her thighs but was unable to see much through. Keeping calm, I snaked my tongue up her slit until I found her clit. I flicked my tongue across it as rapidly as I could, causing Monica to let out a moan that echoed off the walls! As she rode out her climax, she threw her legs open and released me from my fleshy prison. I lay on the bed next to Monica, who now had a glassy look in her eyes. I reached over and played with one of her nipples until she came back to reality. She pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, grinding her steaming. They were headed towards the exits further down the hallway, the exits that lead to the service areas. Each man seemed to be pushing slaves along with them. But most interesting of all was that each man was wearing a gas mask.Willow could not see their faces because of the gas masks, but she was sure that one of them, the last one in line, was Steve.The search dogs had been looking for explosives, not tear gas and a vomiting agent called CS.Steve had wondered what would happen if they were.