“Geh!?”“Kikage-sama~” I looked under my desk to see a pouting face looking back up at me. “It’s not nice to ignore my service, you’re th...e one who asked me to suck you off you know!”I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, I got lost in thought is all.”“I bet Kikage-sama wouldn’t get distracted if I were the one servicing him.” My bodyguard to the right of me said, chuckling softly.The face under the desk’s pout grew more intense as she stuffed my rod back between her heavenly lips and began to make. I followed her down, only to find her sitting inside her little cat litter box dome, head facing out. Got a bit of a greeting, but she had no interest in coming out or anything.We went out for breakfast and some shopping. The orange one was still in her cat box when we returned. She isn't saying anything, she's responsive, if kind of sluggish when greeted, but she isn't moving. Fortunately the vet operation runs 24/7, so if she worsens over the weekend we'll have someplace to take her.It kind. He had prepared enough notes to leave at any likely place a survivor might visit.With one hand occupied, Siobhan took Mishka’s index finger in the other, and with the cats winding in and out, she led a parade up Herty and across Broad Street to the Georgia Heights Apartments. Miraculously, power was still on, but Siobhan cautioned, “Momma said not to use the elevators, so I don’t.” They climbed stairs to the fourth floor, and she used a keycard to enter a well-appointed apartment. “Like I told. D's arms, she watched the other 14 contestants parade down the stairs. Each and every one of them radiated sex. The soft sway of their hips as they strolled down the stairs. An inviting smile crossing each of their lips.The tiny bathing suits clung to their bodies like a second skin. Each woman was a world class beauty that could easily be a Playboy centerfold. Hell, they could have been playmate of the year. They were so sexy that even Babbs would have liked to date them. They radiated sex. .