Of pain, of being told to shut up and take it, until finally John's boyfriend stopped, his dick up inside me deep, and he let out a yell of ecstasy, "...gggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Yes!!!!!!!!" Because he didn't use lube, which is partly why it hurt so much, I could feel his cum, his semen, his DNA explode all over my insides. It was warm, wet, and sticky. Meanwhile, I came too, again spewing cum all over the dishes I just washed. John's boyfriend kept his cock inside me for a minute or two, letting all. Then pump me full of cum.Lowering my face to her buttocks I started licking her cheeks, Gina moaned again in the pillows and moved slowly back and forth. Using my hands I spread her cheeks so I could see her anus and crease. Leaning closer I breathed onto her pucker, making her jump again and cry out. Her feet pounding delightfully on the duvet making me chuckle. Extending my tongue I ran the tip along the full length of her crease, paying close attention to her opening. Gina was making low. The other three were also now shooting at me on full automatic, and just holding the trigger back. That was a hell of a lot of bullets coming my way, but none were penetrating my flesh, thank God! I returned their fire with my .45 Glock, and all three went staggering back.Unfortunately, the forestock of one of the AK-47s actually caught fire, and it was flung into an open crate of explosives' fuses. That marked the end of the line as far as this firefight was concerned. It seemed like every one. The window frames were sky blue once but the paint was flaking showing the green paint from when it was a greengrocers and general store and the diffusers on the strip lights were full of dead insects and the floor was filthy and the whole place had an air of genteel dereliction.The clothes at least were reasonably clean, freshly laundered before being hung on the racks for the great unwashed British public to maul, but that didn't last and so the regular clientele developed a sixth sense about.