The absences were as clear as a missing tooth in a smile. I started to wrack my brain, trying to remember which corpses they had been as I looked around - checking the entrances to the open part of the mall, checking the floor. The shoes were gone too. They had quietly gotten up and put their fucking shoes back on. Why did that make it ten thousand times worse?“Lass?”My heart exploded and I dropped dead of shock. Or, at least, that was how it felt. I almost fired my shotgun off into the ceiling and sagged against the wall, panting.“L-Lucas!?” I asked. “What. The. Fuck. Where the fuck have you been?”“Hacking into the computer systems of the most private part of the station, lassie,” he said, sounding annoyed. “You wanted the security footage, I’ve been getting at the security cameras. There’s some seriously mean stuff on the computers here. Things that would fry out my hardware. The last thing I want is to be trapped in a metal box without a computer...”I frowned. “You could have. “Whoo, fuck, Annie, you’re soaking,” observed Caitlin. She couldn’t keep her eyes off it as she moved it in and out a few times, the shape of it causing it to throb naturally against my g-spot. Watching all the time, she eased it back out, and I could see how it glistened with my sticky juices. She looked at me, then put it in her mouth and sucked my juices off. Then she put it back against my vulva, teasingly stroking my labia before sliding it back inside. Holding the handle, she began to rotate it round inside my vagina, circling it against my soft internal walls. It felt wonderful, and I began to squirm on the table. Then Caitlin pressed one of the buttons on the handle, and the steady pulse changed to a harder, regular beating throb. “Oh fuck,” I gasped. Caitlin leant over and began to unbutton my blouse, revealing my little flowery bra. I reached up and pulled my blouse off my shoulders, wanting to take it off. As Caitlin pushed my bra up off my tits, I managed to unclip the.
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