She stopped me and said, “No, not here.” I breathed in that rose perfume of hers and of course agreed and she resumed dry humping and kissing me. ... contented myself by man handling those spectacular boobs I had fantasized about for over a year, bringing the nipples to life with my fingers. Janet’s breathing was becoming more passionate as she stimulated her clit and pussy on my cup and the rock hard cock beneath it. I could feel the pre-cum on the head of my penis as I took her firm ass in both. Stacy had just recently stopped taking her birth-control pills because we were trying to get her pregnant with our second child. Stacy was an architect in the design group, and I was a civil engineer in the construction group, so we did not have a direct reporting relationship that would be in conflict with our human resources policies. I was out of the office on job sites much of the time anyway, so we had very little contact in the office.Stacy was 29 years old, 5’4” and weighed 125 pounds,. The militia patrol escorted me as far as the warning track of the Redline Zone. The desolation began here -- and extended as far as the eye could see: an unending stretch of blasted and gutted buildings, broken sidewalks, lamp posts bent at grotesque angles, open fields of burned-out vehicles, doorways clogged with the corpses of stray dogs intermingled with twisted-up baby carriages, and everywhere shards of plexiglas from exploded televiewer screens.Farther, my brave and trusty uniformed. By now it was quite dark and the cab answered her call and pulled up to the curb. The driver leaned out and peered at her before opening the door. The sidewalks and streets were clear of everyone except Gloria. As she stepped in and sat down, and at the same time tried to scream for two men sitting in the far corner threw themselves on her. Petrified with fear and unable to vent the scream she wished, Gloria felt a rag shoved into her mouth and realized she had been gagged. Dimly she realized.