I asked the girls what they wanted for dinner. They looked at me in confusion. Abby started to pout and then to cry. Amber followed shortly. I was mys...ified.“Girls, what’s the matter?” I asked, confused.“The Masters always told us what to eat. We always received our food from them. We were never asked or given a choice. Why must we change now? We don’t know what to do!” Abby cried, despair plain in her voice. Both were producing large quantities of tears by now, so I knew the problem was. "It is not that bad. That is your milk?" Yes but very thin. If you milk me until I cum it is thick and creamy." Can you make me feel good?" I certainly want to try. Please lie on your back and spread your legs."This is when I should have a camera. Her tight hole is open, begging for my tongue. When I lower my face to her cunt her scent goes right to my cock. She smells so good. My first contact with my tongue causes her to jump."Did I hurt you?" No you surprised me."Her pussy is small enough. So he eventually gave up on the evacuation idea.They would just have to figure out a way to destroy the Destructors.With no further ideas coming to him, Mark left his office and found most of the gang hanging out in the common area, drinking their morning beverages.Annabelle asked, “Aren’t we supposed to be en route to Silica right now?”Mark said, “We were, but that was before the Rifters appeared just beyond our sensor network out by Cantara. Right now I’m formulating a plan to deal with them. ? Whatever comes around goes around.????? ?I don?tunderstand.? You are being paid to killme,? said Abdul.???? ?CaptainCrawford used her computer skills to correlate the names of families youtortured in the last three years to a list of wealthy Iraqi clans.? We managed to locate five who were willing topay ten thousand dollars apiece to pay for your demise as long as done in asuitably horrifying fashion.? Fivehundred Ben Franklins are resting in my top right hand desk drawer,? said MajorTrevor.