"Nobody... but.... you." I said with each grunt from Rufus's dick. "Why you gotta lie? I told you already white boys are fuckin' sluts for black cock.... Stop tryna act like a shy, innocent, white bitch, I know yo' muthafuckin' ass been out there fuckin' around. So tell me who fucked you?" Quinn asked again. "Why the hell... (Ouch!)... Would you care!.... (Uhh... Mmmm!)" I say from every thrust Rufus made. Quinn sat back for a second and thought about it. "You know what, I guess you right. It was. The guards were less likely to inspect the shuttle buses and everyone was walking around covered by umbrellas and coats. Our gym bags were full of clothes and gear. Sue and Andrea, armed with fake IDs, kept their heads buried in their coats. We held our breath going through the gate. No search, so far so good. Getting to the admin area, we signed in and got on a shuttle bus.Ernie led us off the bus and into the warehouse bunker she thought the Time Machine was in. Bert took Sue and Andrea to. Her climax ended much as it had began, with a lightning bolt of ecstasy shooting from her pussy, up her spine, and into her brain. Kitty blindly fumbled through the water, her eyes still pinched tightly closed, and managed to slip between the terrible – wonderful – jets of water. Aftershocks still shook her as she struggled to the edge of the tub to hang her arms over the side for support. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to twist the dial to turn off the jets. She still tingled. The area was well-lit, but it didn't pay to take chances. He unlocked the door and stepped in, putting the bag down on a nearby display. He was about to pick up the garbage when he heard a giggle, followed by a door closing and then the faint click of a lock.That was a bit strange. Paula didn't use the front office and the sound came from the back room anyway. Intrigued, he carefully locked the door he had just come in and walked to the stock room.Before this part of down town had given way to.