The prisoners' screams faded in his ears like radio static, cartoons helping him decompress and unwind. "Keep screaming," he growled, slamming his head against the concrete floor over and over again. Standing back up, CGB continued to think about her as he took another long drag from his cigar. It was still cherried. CGB heard his cell phone go off. He answered without looking, knowing it was Murph because he was late. "Where the fuck are you? We are about to roll out of here in 10." CGB paused for a moment and considered if he should tell him about Morgan. "I'm leaving now, Kitty's just giving me a hard time. I think I'm going to have the physician come up here to check her out. She's too wound up." Murph laughed, "He will need an escort, she's probably still upset about last night." "She's definitely upset...," CGB responded. "That's fine, she'll get over it. I had the boys up here take a look around the Command Center's system for anything else on her Dove status. From what they gathered she has a solid record of successful Combat Missions, specifically in regards to killing soldiers not fucking them. We might even be her first from what it looks like. She's also listed as inactive- out of state DND, visiting family in Washington." "If she was focused on Combat Missions she probably knows way more information than she realizes." CGB mused, ashing his cigar on the now unconscious prisoner. "We should hold off on telling anyone about this until we have the full picture. Last thing I want is for Wagner to challenge our branding because it was done under false pretenses." "For once, I think you're right. I'll comics leave Mills in charge of her and head down," CGB responded. "Sounds good. Smyth is staying behind to keep an eye on everything too. Hurry the fuck up, we already bombed two supply bridges and you missed the show." CGB hung up the phone with mixed emotions. Doves just like UPP fag*ots were brainwashed to believe they had moral and intellectual superiority over Conservatives. It was very difficult to reverse that thinking, especially for a Dove that was a fighter and not a whore. With the cuffs hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to Verity’s wrists. Evan had just shoved his cock deep into her tiny asshole. She held up her hand. on it. "She's really excited. I’m in—I’m in Brian’s hotel room! “In public. “Also, Niky told Miruna about Gorge and you and how you are making sex cartoons with her and Nicole. Isobel walks up obediently, comics then stops at the open door.
Shit! I’m cumming, Mike, fuck me harder, I’m cumming.” I could hear her gasping down the phone. “Oh God, that was good. comics I got worried my boss might walk in when it was too late for me to stop, she’d have had a heart attack. Did you like that Mike? Did your cock get hard listening to me? Is it hard now? Are you alone, or do you have people in?” It was hard alright, rock hard, so I told her, and added I wasn’t open yet, there was no one else there. “Do you want to take it out for me, tell me what it’s like, how big is it? It felt big last night, but I didn’t actually see it, I want to know every detail.” Well, I’ve never tried to explain it before, I felt a bit awkward. “It’s about eight inches long, quite thick, at the moment it’s sticking right out in front of me, and it’s sort of twitching up and down. Does that cover it?” “Ooh, that sounds nice, I want to feel it and rub it for you, but I can’t reach, will you do it for me. Come on, don’t be shy, start rubbing it right now.” I started to rub my cock, up and down, my fist went. “Does that feel nice? cartoons She asked. “I’ve still got my little friend inside my pussy, shall I switch it on again? Too late! I have, it’s throbbing away inside me. Are you still rubbing? Well, I know you are, I can hear your breathing getting louder. My toy’s not as big as you, lover, but it’s working, I might even cum again, especially if I hear you cumming. Maybe these are just tattoos to remember her heritage… My cartoons dagger became a rapier again. And comics she already fucked her dad. I leaned down and asked if she was alright. “Steve!” she squealed, her back arching, pressing her firm titty against my mouth. “Just let them get it over with. Going to investigate I saw a girl about 13 and a boy about 12, in the pool in the villa next door.
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