Stinkerface did not care that she was giving Deeda a headache, she ran around the big, smelly apartment, pushing the shopping cart ahead of her. ‘Ra...hel! You’re driving Deeda crazy! Could you please stop that?’ Stinkerface just giggled as she continued to run about the apartment like a tornado with curls. T.O.T. obediently toddled along behind her older, braver sister. She giggled too, in her loud little giggle which was giving Deeda an even bigger headache than she already had after dealing. Compared to what other people suffer on a regular basis, I know that my problems don't even come close to showing up on the radar. But for me, it's painful as hell.Most people would say, "You should be grateful you're getting paid a reasonable stipend (my snipes about the size of my stipend notwithstanding, I was paid a fair amount over minimum wage just to do research and earn my doctorate; my colleagues over in the social sciences are much less well off) to study, when there are people out. He took less care with her than the last, making no effort to time his thrusts with the man filling her ass. She had little attention to spare as the cock in her mouth coated her throat with his cum, leaving her to again swallow the load of sticky sweet fluid. She looked up and realized that the man inside of her now was her next door neighbor, someone who had watched her as a child, she shuddered as he threw back his head and came. She felt the load of cum take its place inside of her, flowing. We could see that the building held many cots and that most of them were occupied by sleeping guards from the other shifts. Their warm bodies were very evident to our thermal senses. There wasn’t a lot else to see but those sleeping.Moving to the other building of this pair, we only discover that it was full of more sleeping guards. Perhaps some were those for the day time and others were for the night time or perhaps they were for different days or from a different Cartel. It really didn’t.