The wine flowed freely, and they continued to talk into the night, lit by the glow of flickering citronella candles to help ward off mosquitoes.It was...quiet at first, and almost unnoticeable. The sound intruded in the conversation only for moments, impossible to decipher, and always coming from different quarters. It nagged at the edge of Vanille's consciousness, until one cry of higher volume finally registered.When her eyes widened upon realizing that what she'd been hearing were sounds of. " She liked that something a lot.The rain was starting to come down now as she pulled her car into the street from the basement parking structure of the Stock Exchange Tower. She turned right and found herself in the usual traffic jam that plagued the financial district in Toronto this time of day. Traffic was worse than usual because a car was stalled in the lane just ahead of her. The driver was standing in the street looking down at the flat tire, and didn't seem at all happy. She was soaked. . guy ... claimed. As long as any survivors remain, the Great Death will never die out. In order for those not infected to survive, everyone carrying any trace of the disease must die. They're trying to kill the diseases' hosts, and that includes you." Shit," Alice said wearily as she ran her blood coated fingers unconsciously through her hair. "This could get to be a mess." It became a mess when they tried to kill David." That it did," Alice acknowledged, as her mind imagined what they were. “It hurts more this way.” She grunted, rising on her arms as he slammed into her. She began to wiggle, and crawl. Away from him and nearly off his cock, she scrambled away. Walking on his knees, Dillon smiled, following his fleeing, pained whore. Reina began to circle around the bed, Dillon following, keeping his cock wedged in her ass. “Stop it! It Hurts like this,” she demanded, scooting around Masha, who was couldn’t help letting out a little snicker as she filmed the scene as it.