I told them they had to take off their pants as I did so I knew they were going to keep their part of the deal. All three agreed so I started dancing ...around as I started to slip my pants down my legs, and they also stood up and started to pull their pants down. I was happily surprised to see three hard cocks sticking out in their underwear! I guess they did think I was sexy- it was a real turn on! I realized that my pussy was getting very wet and I was eyeing their cocks as they stood there. It despoiled the environment and oppressed the poor simply to supply consumers in wealthy countries with clothes that were both cheap and cheerful.In truth, it wasn't that clothes were especially cheap these days. Neither, for that matter, was food, fuel or very much else. Betty was no more able to afford much in the way of luxury than anyone else in the commune. The benefits system was like a points system nowadays. Only those who could clearly demonstrate that they couldn't find work would. Here and there bright streaks of light as ravers do their glow stick dance. Here and there a flash of fire as someone lights a cigarette. Nicotine sounds good, you reach for Shelly, asking her for a cigarette. She says nothing, but a lit clove is handed to you. You inhale deeply, savoring the taste of it… Somewhere, behind the music, there is a more primal beat. Like sex. Like screams. Like death. It has you excited, you throw yourself into the rhythm. Shelly dances with you, pressing herself. He sighed. ‘I know. You’d be surprised how long someone can string out ‘just one more mission.’ But I was done.’ Sean nodded. ‘Understood.’ He looked off through the bars, and slipped the handcuffs into a pocket. ‘Have you ever considered changing your name?’ ‘Every day. Why?’ ‘Brian Levine,’ Sean muttered. ‘I’ve always liked that name.’ He glanced in Edward’s direction. ‘You could do worse.’ ‘I don’t look like a Levine,’ Edward rumbled. Sean arched a brow. ‘You look like a Murphy?’ Edward.