Her shiny, curly, auburn hair cascaded loosely down her back almost to her waist. She was wearing a tight-fitting, black leather outfit, which she use...d for night operations. It delineated perfectly her well-defined, toned muscles, her slender waist, her powerful legs and her proudly-jutting, firm breasts. She sat down and, without unnecessary talk, darted an attentive look of her green eyes at her superior, her eyebrows slightly lifted. "Agent Aurelia. You were ordered to my office 'cause I. There's mom laying on table, feet in stirrups, pussy fully exposed and 5 African males starring at her cunt. John's friend was first to move, he moved a stools between moms legs and sat on it, then we watched he spread her cunt lips and called his son over, told him see how pinkeye is, watch as I run her clit, when he did she shivered and her nipples got harder when he told son to hold her vagina lips open I think he came in his pants, when he had her lips spread, the Dr told him watch how I. I could smell him, expensive cologne and something else, something manly and indescribable. The terror was still there, but so was a deep, feral desire for this man. My cunt was tingling in anticipation. Staring at my lips, he slowly reached under my skirt and pulled down my white cotton knickers so they fell to the floor. I lifted my hips from the desk to help him, desperate for him to touch me. As my pants fell to the floor, I moved my lips to close this distance between us, but before I. "She smiled at me. "You and Dad have done your best as have I. Whatever it is, all three of us missed it. Hopefully, it won't be a serious issue." We waited a few minutes past the starting time as people trickled in. I rapped on the counter. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Thank you for coming. We all are survivors. We all have lost people. I am Mark Dillard and this is my wife, Pat. We had known each other before the Day but met again after the Day by accident. I'm glad and she tolerates me. That's my.