"So, Wernher," I said, hoping to distract myself, "I suppose you two willspend most of your time together discussing rockets?" Probably," chuckled Hel...ut. "I'll try to get him talking about otherthings too, but he's pretty single-minded on the subject. He joined notjust the Nazi party but the SS to get well in with them and have them lookfavourably on his projects, but he's not a believer. Wernher would workwith anyone who'd let him build a moon rocket. To him, the V-2 is just astep on the road. "Now... joansissy, lick Madam Magenta. Show her you know how."Madam Magenta leaned back on the table, rolled her skirt up, and showed off her shaven leaking pussy. She had three piercings.She said, "Man's lick pussy bad. So hasty. Women lick pussy better. They knows. Sissies lick bestest. Because if they don't, they gets punished. Lick me, joansissy."John Phillips crawled across the tiles to Her and pushed his sore tongue in, throwing aside the plastic practice pussy.He delved his tongue into. It was not a flush toilet, but simply an open chute to a central collecting tank for the sewage, and the odor permeated the whole building. Nobody was assigned the job of cleaning the toilets, there was always too much demand for their use to allow time for that sort of thing. Thus, disease was a constant weight on the backs of the residents, but the suffering just added to the enjoyment of the Glaxoi in residence in the town.This total disregard for the people of the town was one of the. “Okay well I guess there are a few girls.” I pouted cartoonishly. “But I was actually thinking of seeing if you were into the idea of a threesome.”Now that was interesting.“Depends on who it is. She can’t be hotter than me of course.” “No one’s hotter than you.” I socked him again for being corny. This time he threw my pillow to the other side of the room. “Do you know Angie Rourke?” I did, but not well. She was a skinny Irish chick with coppery hair and freckles. I knew she ran cross country,.