Here they were, somewhere. Alive at least. With nothing. This hadn't worried Sharon before. Her very life had been her chief concern. But now she was ...ure. Her blouse was removed, thrown aside no doubt in the rape. Her sandals that she'd bought in the high street when she and Tracey were happily planning the holiday: gone forever, trampled into the dusty fields outside. And her bag, with her passport, money and possessions, gone also. Never to be seen again. Along with her last hopes of ever. There was no stopping now. You needed to cum and you were going to cum in my mouth. Soon a moan of epic proportions filled the air and you released what felt like a bucket load of cum. Relaxing my throat I took your load. I don't normally swallow but this felt natural, and the right thing to do."I'll put the kettle on then shall I?" you joked as you zipped up your trousers and smoothed your shirt.As we relaxed back on the sofa I was acutely aware I was still half-naked and started to adjust. There was no way that human trials would ever be allowed, so the project was officially closed; unofficially of course, I was free to do all the human trials I like. There were two pages of toxicology tests, so I knew the stuff wouldn't kill anyone and a further two pages on delivery, the best method was being direct injection into the brain, not an option I would consider. The easiest was by ingestion, but that didn't work too well as the bugs in our gut, tended to break down the chemicals. I was getting it back in position. Then Johnny called the call boy and ordered him to do place my saree in the position correctly. I was thinking that it will be so romantic to be served by a male every time the saree fell the boy was getting it back in position. Some times he even tries to touch my body. I got his intensions and while he was placing my saree I moved towards him and he touched my breasts on sides. He was shy and we both were laughing at each other and were eating.Finally we.