Ruslan and Serafima growled then cursed, the general was starting to actually annoy him. Serafima on the other hand felt the man was interfering in her fun. No point in responding it would just piss the General and more importantly Ruslan off more. _______________________________________________________ General Gance was actually starting to have doubts that the killjoy group could get this job done. They usually had the job creampie done by now. Then there oral was all the shit they had caused in Canada. It's a good thing they had as fast a Humvee as they did. "Lieutenant!" The general yelled watching as the younger man came running. "Yes sir! Sorry sir I was putting out the rest of the calls gangbang you wanted." Reaching in his bag the younger man handed the General another box of cigars. "I had these waiting in case you needed more." The General pulled one out of the cigar box inhaling the rich odor of the tobacco. Damn fine smoke, "I am having doubts about the Fucking killjoy group. I want you to contact the threesome Piebald group." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said it was too bad. “Don't stop.” Above this she had a very short plaid skirt and above that she had a frilly blouse and on her head was a school derby kind of hat gangbang with a long ribbon hanging loose. I’ll let you go outside the gate creampie to wait for the cab. She moaned about my cock, the buzzing rapture humming around the sensitive oral tip. Spunk spattered down in an indiscriminate rain. She pulled away. “Ooh, your futa-dick feels amazing in me. You're reaming me. Oh, yes, yes, you're filling me up!” “Then marry the boot boy!” I suggested. “I am your daughter. “You okay?” It didn't take long to finish as she only brought two suit cases and a couple of boxes. I knelt down on my hands and knees at the edge of the mattress, and I felt incredibly awkward as I began crawling forward. She knows it is totally inappropriate and unprofessional that’s why she feels so frustrated and humiliated. She and I became fast friends. In fact, looking back the last dozen or so years, Laedia could remember killing only one boy during rape (either suffocated him or choked him, she wasn't sure). When she reached her apartment, she found the door was already open. More than good, she was practically lit. We were greeted by 2 people; the Captain, an elderly man, and a young woman not much older than me, whilst the driver took our luggage to our suites. “Stick a Fucking couple of fingers up and ease her a threesome bit,” I suggested. She does. “Yesss Lena, fuck you’re a good girl, keep going…” Sombra moaned, urging her hips upward slightly, wanting to feel more of the girl's sweet little mouth around her tool.