Murph grabbed her shoulders, pumping into her as hard as CGB. Reconsidering her options for escape, she walked to the front door of the apartment opening it slowly. My slave. CGB laughed, pushing two fingers deep into her pussy. She looked directly back into his eyes, her face unimpressed. Ripping the knife out, she rolled him over, straddling his chest. The man stood up and began talking as he backed away. They are weak, trying to stay under the radar like fucking roaches,” CGB replied. “Doc is on standby in case she remembers anything.”
Murph nodded, dropping the manila envelope into a secure bin as he headed out the door. Having taken it upon himself to kill the politicians riding out the civil discourse in the E-12 Bunkers, he decided to drop over 34 tons of his own homemade bio-agent, an uncontrolled Virus that was able to target the brain stem, causing permanent brain damage within hours.
