His nose ground over my clit as he shoved his tongue deep into my cunt. I gasped as a wave of pleasure poured into my loins. At first I couldn't belie...e it. But as he continued to suck and slurp and lick on my pussy the feelings grew until I could no longer deny them. I fought them down, my mind in a daze at how and why my body was responding to this awful man. I was married! And I didn't know this man, didn't even know his name! What was happening? What was my body doing? I clenched my teeth,. Twenty-three hundred people, give or take, trying to exit a twenty-two storey, secured building, all via eight elevators, all at once. Fuck it. She’d already passed on the one elevator. She stepped through the doors into the hotbox of stress and fatigue and weary small talk. Turning to face the doors as they closed, she was pushed backwards by shifting bodies. She felt something rubbing against her ass through her dress--something bulky and hard. A security badge, of course. Some male. . I am dead she thought as she walked over toward the kitchen and survey what or who had intruded on her "home"... at least for four more days it was hers. As she rounded the corner to the other half of the kitchen she stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting in a nook just off the kitchen was a person. The long jet black hair hung down the back and stopped at the beginning of the persons rear. From what Leah could tell the person did not have what one would call a model figure. Whoever the person. Ororo shook her head, then stood up and sat down on the bed. She took Logan's face in her hands, turned it back towards her. He grimaced at her cool touch. For a moment he felt something inside change at its pressure. Then he frowned again, remembering all the reasons for his pain. The substance inside him, his body and yet not his body. The echoes of his long life, all the things he could remember and those he couldn't. The death of his mentor, his rival, and the woman he'd loved. His enemies.