KT was getting an afternoon to herself. I hadcleared my desk of all necessary work, I checked in with my boss priorto leaving. She gave me the high ...sign that everything was fine and Icould leave, so started off to my powder blue mustang that looked moregray than blue due to the residual effects of salted roadspray. Istepped into a loo on the ground floor of the building, changing whatclothing I could; I would do some fine-tuning when I got to the parkseveral miles away. This park is the. She leans in and kisses me softly on the side of my neck, stroking my back through the soft cotton half-slip. Then she unfastens the side button of my skirt, unzips the zipper, and lets it fall to the floor. She steps back to admire me, asks me to turn, gently strokes my bottom through the white hiphugger panties. A gentle touch on my shoulder stops me, turned away from her, and she kisses my neck, tugging at the short hairs there with her lips. The blonde in the drawing almost seems to lean in. This went on for several seconds, he was perfectly composed and would not respond. She started to blush and her playful smile melted into one of those you-are-currently-peeking-directly-into-my-soul looks of defeat. A magnificent defeat. He had won. She was suffocating. The Venus Dress was now made out of concrete. Her tummy started to tingle like a pack of firecrackers and she could feel her pussy getting warmer by the second, her juices ready to start dripping down her legs. ‘Are you. " Christina poked Jennifer in the side and then turned to lookout the rear window.Jennifer was still in shock. Dealing with the death of Mason Livingston,the first and only man she had come to care for was one thing, but theattack by the Response Squad, her escape, and then her rescue by thesetwo leather-clad humans on top of all that was overwhelming."Who are you? Where am I going?" Jennifer asked, dazed and confused."We are from The Movement and where you're going is not important.