Isabelle tenses at some indescribable instinct - deja vu grips her, but she is pulled promptly from the reverie by Sean's dick smearing its precum on ...her lips. She begins again as Sean assaults her pussy, his tongue circling her lips and torturing her by avoiding her excited clit. The warmth of her mouth radiates into his dick as it pulses in and out of the depths. She sucks on the head, earning a louder moan and a pleasurable flick of his tongue over her clit at long last. Isabelle whimpers,. But now, here, there was plenty of food, and nobody snatching it from her hands, or throwing in on the floor to laugh as she crawled after it. The meat would be wasted when the men woke, burnt by the blistering hot sun, inedible. They would never even notice the portion she was eating missing. With the realization, she suddenly became ravenous, stuffing more into her mouth. A soft clicking made her pause, terror gripping her. Her first thought was that in her gluttony, she hadn’t noticed one. Further escalations in the war meant that the tensions and mental fog in the streets kept things tense for us, though our expertise in taking down Coalition teams kept us busy. Eventually after a month the UK eventually put ground troops down on the islands themselves and we knew an end game was in sight.Our break came when Thea and I were stalking, for want of a better word, a Coalition snatch team who were setting up to attack and capture/violate/kill a local female Mage who worked at the. I’d barely turned the knob when four huge dark skinned bangers threw the door open and rushed in. I was quickly held down and forced to my knees, my resistance at a minimum. My arms were held behind me as two huge black hands forced my face down to my coffee table and into a huge pile of coke.“Sniff!” a deep voice commanded. One hand kept my head down, ensuring that I inhaled an enormous mountain of the powder. I looked up, my head spinning, to see two of them setting up lights and a camera on.