"As Monica helped him toward the elevator with the limo driver shejust could not resist assisting Bill's confusion. "No, these arevery lovely breasts... you have 'Barb' and you must make sure you takegood care of them. Now that you no longer have 'balls' you willfind these boobs to be very valuable to you. They will fill outyour lovely gowns and turn men's heads and they will be so importantwhen you wish to help your husband relax after a hard day of workand stress."Monica returned to the lab. He didn’t seem too worried so it couldn’t be security. So it was out decision. Aparently, carry on was the majority consensus. The cock in my hole resumed pistioning in and out of me and I once again felt soft lips and a wet mouth around my knob. The new arrival was what I’d describe as tradesman. You know the type. Early 30’s, scruffy but clean, and those trousers with the pockets in the outside. He had stopped dead when he saw us. But after realising what he was seeing, walked up to a urinal. The mother was first and she was easily subdued and tied to a chair. The father was the next to arrive and he was the next to be captured. He would have preferred to be executed by the women warriors, but they weren’t using guns. The son was easy, he was a slight boy and was wrapped up and forced into a chair. All three were tied by plastic ties at wrist, elbow, knee and ankle to their chairs, and gagged.The men were stripped naked; the mercs simply used knives and cut the clothes from them.. But then, that was my intent all along! Scrunching her breasts, pulling at her swollen nipples, plunging my tongue deep into her tasty folds, I was driving her irrevocably towards an orgasm. I kept at work, barely hearing, but feeling her moans as they got louder, longer, and more urgent.“Ohh fuck! Don’t stop! Ohh yesss! Make me cummmm!” she screamed as her thighs clamped my head, her hand pulling me tight to her clammy pussy. I tasted the first vestiges of her orgasm moments before a torrent.