”Loretta wasn’t sure how they got inside, but the leader was now lying on a small couch with her legs spread wide. “Get busy!” the leader orde...ed. Loretta whimpered, but allowed her head to be brought down until her mouth was against the leader’s cunt.“Start lapping!” the leader cried and accented her order with a sharp rap to the head. Fighting to hold back sobs, Loretta lowered her face into the woman’s crotch. At least she was clean smelling. She held her tongue flat and lapped along the. That’s not the whole story though. The Confederacy only wanted the best people. So they set a limit. They set a lower bound of six point five. No one with a score below that was to be allowed to be extracted. Luckily the people negotiating pointed out that that wasn’t entirely acceptable, nor totally suitable, so now people with lower scores can be extracted, but they have lots of limitations in what they can and cannot do. Those people can’t go in their own right, they have to be taken by. His eyes trailed along my breasts; heaving from my desperate gasps for air and cupped in a nude, push-up bra. And then down to where my skirt had been hiked up and a red thong was clearly visible. I tried to speak but he tightened his grip around my throat. He kicked at one of my feet and I raised it up onto the toilet seat, staring at him with wide, scared eyes. He cupped my breast in his hand and began massage it, biting his bottom lip, his eyes fixated on my body.“No,” I whimpered, but he. But the moves are something else.She won't be able to do them and what if she freaks out and tries to getus arrested? You can't shock her with so many people present, you wouldbe found out and we would get hard time in prison. At worst, they mightthink we murdered Amber and we could get the death penalty or lifewithout parole for something that we didn't do. Ironicly, we can't takeher to cheer practise until we have made her practise how to cheer." Ok, no cheer practise. Let's put a movie on.