It was nearly time. The hunger gnawed the belly. Nearly time. A light yelp from the back of my mind, ‘Run Sarah, run.’ It was useless. There’d b...e no running tonight. When I put my mind to it, prey would never get away. It was prey. That was its purpose. I’m a predator, that’s my purpose. I had already mapped the place out. A reflective ball cap and face mask had turned me into one of the many non-de*********** characters you’d expect to see in any small town. I was proud of my ability to. I had dreamed about being pursued by a corrupt government; about being chased by greedy corporate types who wanted the ‘secret’; and about being stalked by wretched, angry and grieving parents who blamed me for the deaths of their children, even if I had been elsewhere. Especially if I had been elsewhere.Through my morning routine, my mind was on figuring out how to do this. How could I help without being trapped? How could I help without people finding out who I was? I had to be there, to. I was a tad surprised to see Jerry’s jaw drop just a bit when we entered and the energy of sexual desire in the air was palpable. I could feel my cock stiffening under my robe as Jerry and Mort locked eyes. Jerry rose from behind his desk. His bathrobe came open, exposing his long thick cock. Jerry paused at the edge of the desk and stopped, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of black nylons, the handed them to Mort and Mort sat on the couch and slowly pulled the individual nylons up his. It took him about thirty seconds to finish, by which time I was once again gasping for breath and him standing over me, wanting more, this time he let me recover before pushing me onto all fours, I knew what was coming, I knew that it would hurt, but I decided not to say anything, unless he got angry and hurt me more.As I was expecting his cock to penetrate me roughly, I only received a gentle, tickling sensation, It felt wet and soft until I realized, me wasn’t fucking me yet, he was licking.