Moving my slippery clit and lips to avoid the blade, the Asian moved in close. Her warm breath tickled my pussy, and she sniffed my scent. As the raki...g sensation of the blade and slippery fingers performed required tasks, I twisted with a wicked happiness. She finished and reached for a soft cloth.I took her hand, and whispered, "Not over, yet?"She smiled, understanding my arousal. Then she leaned forward, sending a small lick to my clit and looking at my eyes. I quickly nodded my head.The. Tongue, cheeks, throat, motion—everything. Dumb whore, giving good cock. Good little animal.I groaned. It was coming, I was coming. Here it came. I looked at my cow. As my balls flexed and my urethra unlocked and my taint muscles thrum-thrum-thrummed and my cum burst out and splashed at the back of her choking throat, it began to appear—the tattoo, the brand, the words that had started it all, that had let the evil man identify the strong, brave women and target them for the nanites that turned. Jenny soon increased the pace ofher thrusts and Rachel could only rock back and enjoy thepounding rhythm of their bodies. All time seemed to belost. Reality faded to just her and Jenny, this moment, andthe next which was filled with lust and lovemaking. Overand over Jenny smashed at her enjoying the feeling ofRachel's tight hole around her rigid pole. Jenny could feelthe sensation building within her and could hold it off nolonger. Her cumming filled Rachel's dark place andthreatened her. ‘‘I don’t know; let’s call and ask,’’ I replied. I dialed Jenny’s cell number.‘‘Hi lover, how are you?’’ I asked.‘‘Horny while waiting for the weekend and you,’’ she said.‘‘Same here. Sounds good to me. I should have told you that I had you on speaker,’’ I said.‘‘Oops!’’‘‘No harm done, just a little frisky talk among friends and lovers,’’ I said.‘‘How many Persian speaking security are there left after the State Department request who would want to travel to Iran for a hundred days?’’ I.