I can flex my knee. At least I am not paralyzed. That's for sure. My bottom and lower back are on fire. I am trying to move my arms. The right one is ...ot responding. My fingers are numb. I am not sure if I have internal injuries. My stomach is not painful. That's good. There are moist blotches beside me. I touch them. Then, I examine the tips of my fingers. To my relief, they are not smeared with blood. The wetness is maybe water or urine, but definitely not blood. I am not sure if I have. Fred felt my ass and slid his finger along the seam of my crotch. I was getting more turned on, with each guy touching me. I told daddy I wouldn't mind having a gang bang with him and his friends. He said he would run it through each of them as they finished their game. I pulled my shirt down and headed to my bedroom to get myself prepared.I took my clothes off and headed for the shower. As I was shaving my legs and pussy, I heard the door open. in walks Scotty. He said he heard daddy. "It's junk. Or at least the items we can identify are. Most of what we are finding appears to be simple household goods or toys for children. There have been no weapons or power sources. I think our ruins were once a simple family home." Then why does this scientist want to see it so badly," Janice asked."Politics," a voice said. We turned to see Louis standing in the doorway. He blushed slightly, but walked to an open chair and sat down. "Sorry to interrupt, but Mike contacted me and told me. I think there is something wrong with them but I can't put my finger on it."She gave him directions and he was so hot with emotion that he stroked his cock while he wrote with the other hand. Jeff was certain the very pretty young Mary was in need of something a lot more involved than mere shoe repairs.Mary's apartment was elegant.The chrome and leather motif looked super modern on top of the plush white fluffy carpets. He was escorted inside by an actual maid in a flouncy uniform that looked.