My body trembled, muscles spasmed, breathing became quick and shallow, like panting. I raised my hips, spread my legs, my finger now moving furiously....lmost, almost!Suddenly, a warm hand touched the inner part of my thigh, by the groin. A warm finger travelled across my skin to replace mine and continued massaging me. The other hand touched my other thigh, his hips slid in between mine and a cock slid inside. Now his hands hugged my hips and pulled them up, then higher. It was Ira’s favourite. Richards. Charles had always been Charles. Well, the bait was in the water. Time would tell. At least the soup looked promising. Cianfrani’s soup and salad lunches are a staple for the business community. Over the last ten years, I had closed many deals there. Mentally toasting Mr. Richards, I wished for one more. Mr. Richards’ call came in just before closing. Normally, I prefer to do introductory things early, before the regular clients start to populate the changing area. It is easier to. She introduced me to her little sister, Aimee, who I had actually met once before. I quickly found myself separated from Kat and sitting on a couch with Aimee. Aimee lit up and shared a joint. She was very touchy as we talked, and casually d****d a bare leg d****d over mine as she lay back and listened to me tell a story as we smoked. She had a tight little body, very different than Kat's. No tits to speak of but beautiful legs and a small pert ass. I felt myself get hard as I felt her leg on. "Alright. I've locked myself in the ship's kitchen." Alright. Good job. We're coming for you. How's your ammo? And your team?…any sign of Agent Valentine and Zulu team?" I'm pretty low on ammo. And the rest of the team are dead. Being eaten by those dead fucks right now. Won't be long before i see e'm walking around looking to eat me too. Agent Marx got sliced in half by a Tyrant. A FUCKIN TYRANT! It was a setup. They told us that it'd just be some C-class infected zombies of the 50 crew with a.