I started to stroke it slowly, masturbating as I watched Kayla working my wife’s clit. Kayla wasn’t getting Chelsea off nearly as fast as Sara di...d last night, but what she may have lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. Kayla’s own moans were starting to become more audible, mixing with my wife’s. She clearly enjoyed giving. Chelsea noticed the motion of me stroking my cock and looked over at me with a smile. I think there was also a hint of relief on her face that last night. A short time later they dragged a woman out and put her into one of the other buildings, the one where they were holding Cindy. The woman was naked and bleeding and looked pretty beat up and Jane had no idea if she’d been shot but not fatally wounded. Probably, if that was the Federal agent than Ken had said was embedded with the Tankers. She was still moving some when they dragged her, so she wasn’t dead yet. Maybe Cindy could help heal her, not that the girl had ever done anything like that. I unlocked the door to my little office, turned on the lights and crossed the floor to my desk.I like my desk. It is black metal with a nice wooden top. It has three drawers on one side and two larger ones on the other. It is just the right height for me, too. The black leather office chair is newer and much more comfortable than the old one I had. I turned on the coffee maker and sat in my chair as it growled and hissed, enjoying the aroma of the dark roast as it wafted through the office.I. SIX MONTHS LATERAngel sends me to work in women's clothes. My hair has grown in and shehas it styled at a salon, where I am the center of unwanted attention.That man who Angel slept with, a tall muscular Black man named Cannon,comes to the house several nights a week. Either he takes her out orthey stay in, but either way their evenings end with the two of them inher bedroom, having sex that goes on and on. I called it 'her' bedroombecause they often sleep there and I have to curl up on the.