"Oh nonsense!" she smiled. "You're perfectly presentable and it's not like I haven't seen a man in a bathrobe before."Yes, but not this man, I thought... as reluctantly I invited her in to the lounge and offered her a coffee. She accepted and I brought it through and saw she'd laid out a pamphlet and a plan on the coffee table and indicated for me to sit next to her as she launched into a sort of prepared spiel. I listened carefully but was becoming quite distracted as her delicate perfume was. “Privacy? You’re about to become the guy’s fucking sex slaves, for crying out loud. How much damn privacy do you need?” I asserted.“It’s a matter of principle,” Marylyn claimed.“Which is more important, your principles or your life, because I can all but guarantee that you won’t survive a Vermin invasion,” I said.“It’s just not right,” Paula complained.“I’m not saying any of this is right, but it is what’s happening. You can either accept it or perish,” I told them.That statement ended any real. I took his cock deep inside feeling myself gagging on it and adjusted my position and pushed my tongue tight against him. His body shook wanting so much to release but couldn’t. I was blocking the flow of his cum tightly now fighting the pressure ready to make its way through my grip. I let go and pulled away just a little to feel his cum shoot forcibly at the back of my throat and I drank up his delicious thick cum his cock jerked several times in my mouth releasing more cum. I licked it all. Liz acquiesced, and Frank led her to the centre of the pub where one of the tables had been set up. "Now get on the table on your hands and knees," said Frank.Again Liz complied. Frank then signalled for Mike to stand in front of Liz's upturned face. He guided his penis toward her face and brushed it against her lips. "Open up, Liz. Time to go to work."Liz let her mouth relax, and her lips opened slightly. He placed the tip of his stiffening penis between them and pressed forward. It slid.