He saw me and walked carefully through the rubble."Hi, I'm Will Travers and I'm looking for my fiancée, Nicole Carlisle. I checked at the hospital an... she's not there. Can you help me?" I doubt it," he said. "We're just getting a handle on what happened. Did your fiancée work in this building?" No ... well, not normally. She was here on a project with the federal government."His eyes immediately narrowed and his eyebrows rose."What did you say your name was?" Will Travers." Do you have some. "Shit, that feels so good." He relaxed again and let me work his shaft with my mouth, every once in a while I pushed him all the way down just to hear his breath catch and a soft whimper escape his lips. His hands again found my head and he was gently running his fingers through my hair as I thoroughly enjoyed him. "Can I fuck your mouth?" I heard him whisper softly and I opened my eyes again with a smile. I nodded and he stood up and I helped him kick his pants to the other side of the room. I. Wondering if something was wrong, he quickly got into the house only to find Betts in the kitchen, busily moving things around.“I thought you might be ill,” Tommy said as he dropped his car keys on the countertop.“Nope,” she said as she came to give him a welcome home kiss. “I was just anxious to get home and make certain everything was ready for the party.”“The party isn’t until Sunday. You’ve got plenty of time.”“I know,” she cooed as she put her arms around her man. “I’m just apprehensive. Kicking the pot under me, it sloshes out onto the floor.After the girls are done with the pot, I carry the hot pot to the window and dump it out. Getting on all fours I grimace, as I have to lick up a cup or two of urine spilled on the floor. What a useless gesture that was."Time for some training," I hear Mark's voice from the closet. He comes out with several steel poles and ropes. "Where could we use these?" I hear him address the other men.Tom smiles as he looks to the windows. "I remember.