It was a pretty good design to begin with; but knowing that his babies would often be sleeping in the room, Dale had asked Vyagar what might be done t...o improve on it even further. Vyagar had added something he called a molecular screen. In a nutshell the screen somehow knew what molecules to let travel in what direction preventing a harmful buildup of gases from affecting the room's precious occupants.By now, the room was toasty warm and quite comfortable. The five mothers were soon arrayed in. It didn’t take her long to have the waistband of my trousers undone and the zipper pulled down. She knelt down to pull them right down and helped me lift my feet to take them tight off, the side of her face rubbing up against the bulge of my underpants. She smiled up at me as she began to slowly pull them down, feeling my erection being pushed down at the same time until it was free for it to suddenly spring up, catching her under the chin. She gazed at it for a moment before looking back up at. When Irina awoke, she found her vision obscured by a hood that covered her head, and her hands bound behind her with handcuffs. She was lying on a hard surface; based on the periodic bumps she felt, she figured she was in the small cargo compartment of the patrol vehicle. She had always been told to avoid being taken alive if possible, as the Russians were rumored to be ruthless towards captured rebels. But alas, here she was. She felt sick to her stomach.The ride plodded on for under an hour,. "Well, uh, yes," said Sly. "And what of it?" "Ohhhhh! You . . . you took my thong, you big fuzzy prick!" "Perhaps you don't quite appreciate the gravity of your situation, Miss.You see: I'm the catch er , and you're the catch ee ,and that means, by the Ancient Right of Predators, that everything of yoursdevolves to me, and so . . . ." "Oh, shut the fuck up! If I could just . . ." (and she struggled now, withlittle success, against the power of his venom) ". . . ohhhhh, I'd show you,you.