You may cry out if you wish, it makes no difference."There is silence again, and she lies strapped to the bench, fearful, mystified and still unable t...o subdue the heat in her body. Her hips still thrust rhythmically, as her frustrated sex seeks an unavailable relief.There is a 'whiiiff' sound, and her rear explodes in pain coinciding with a sharp 'thwak!' She goes rigid in shock. WHAT! OWWWW! Another, and a second burning stripe of pain, close to the first. Now she lifts her head, twisting to. It was just me and whitney now, and I was tongue deep in her pussy. I continued on, swirling on her clit until I achieved the same result that I had with Sarah. Whitney's body clenched, she was silent but trembling. Whitney seemed to hold her breath through the whol orgasm, her body shook. She was completely still except or her pussy which was throbbing on my tongue.She finally relaxed and breathed again. Then proceeded off of my face, and onto a chair near the table. My dick was still. What a joy.When we finally got to the far end of the bridge, a police car openedup a hole for us and escorted us to the barricades. Inside thequarantine area, things moved a lot easier. There weren't manyvehicles moving around; after all, who had anywhere to go? So within afew minutes, we were stepping off the bus into the confusion of cityhall plaza.Normally in any large scale emergency, the first response would comefrom the local police, fire and medical systems, all being coordinatedthrough. AfterEmma was done with me, I looked really nice. I thought I was actuallypretty, if that was possible. I loved my hair - the new bangs, thefullness, the waviness. All of it. I was actually very proud of it.Then there was my face - or rather - the face of the girl in themirror. She bore a slight resemblance to me, as if she were my sisteror a close cousin, but she wasn't me. The neat eyebrows and bright redlips belonged to someone else entirely. Then, there were my eyes. Now,understand, I had.