" I got up and walked over to him."Why the fuck you still standing, bitch? On them fucking knees," he nearly yelled. Like a good slut I just got on my...knees and waited. He pulled his cock out of his sagging jeans and just stuck it in my face. "Get to work, slut."I wrapped my left hand around it and took the head into my mouth. I began to bob up and down on his still soft cock. Eventually after a few minutes of sucking his thick cock, he was finally fully hard. I heard him moan as I came up for. Jenn went with me and help me get ready. By the time I was dressed, she had a pack made for me along with the Smith and Wesson .223, ready for me to go. When I questioned the choice of weapons, she pointed out that the rifle was lighter and the scope was better since it had been set up as a varmint gun and had better long range capabilities. Jenn also handed me my P99 to take with me.Other than a change of clothes and some additional freeze dried food, I took my sleeping bag. Jenn said Art. I heard one of the men chuckle as a hand began to caress my thigh. ?No, no, no, please?? I began. ?Shut up.? he responded. ?When we want to hear you speak, we’ll tell you. In the meantime, if you’d like to avoid being gagged I suggest you keep your mouth shut.?I whimpered softly as the hand resumed exploring my leg while another began to unbutton my blouse. I gritted my teeth to keep from protesting as I felt the cool air on my naked skin and then gave a muffled squeak as I felt cold metal. That cat, a Maine Coon named Pushkin, was more like a dog than a feline. He had taught him to fetch the paper, open the screen door to get out, back when he still lived at home with his mother, and other things. They say cats have personality, and if that were true, Pushkin had it in spades!He headed down the hallway, past the long row of closets towards the kitchen. His morning rituals seldom varied. First, and foremost, perform his blood sugar test. He learned long ago that keeping it in.