Naked from the waist down, I sat in the chair, lay back and Teresa began digging around in my mouth with an instrument. Then my day got better as I fe...t Randi’s breath on my genitals. I closed my eyes and let them both have their way with me. Randi was very skilled with her mouth and didn’t even use her hands. Teresa poked my aching tooth and I felt a surge of pain and moaned. Randi took her cue and started humming on my cock. Her saliva was running down my shaft, soaking my balls. Teresa. She told me to sit at her feet. She read me poetry, from a small leather bound book, poetry she had written, some I had read before but all new with her voice, and her hand stroking my hair as I listened and she read. I rested my head on her knee. Her poems are dark, opening my mind to both her desires and my own. As she read my knickers became wet, that delicious wet that only silk can give. My nipples hardened and pushed, brushed against the silk of my blouse. She noticed, I know she did. She. Hansen winced. He didn’t really need to get into this, even jokingly, with three women in the car that all meant something to him. ‘So where are the SPFs?’ asked Hansen. Bonnie breathed out and made a noise with her lips as if it was obvious. Hansen smirked. This was a good sign. She was getting into the task at hand. She pointed out two cars at either end of the street. They were not the usual black vehicle favored by SPF operatives. ‘And what does our man normally do?’ he asked again. ‘He. Tanya’s mind interpreted what she saw as the camera approached: 'Civilians, milling around, nervous. They act shell-shocked.'Then the camera was very well focused on the most macabre scene Tanya had ever witnessed on television. It was a man, or once was. His emaciated head was tilted back and there was a long, rounded object sticking out of his mouth and pointing up into the sky. The camera panned down, displaying a naked, mummified corpse. The mummy’s feet were off the ground and a long shaft.