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almost seemed to be racing to see who could orgasm first and most powerfully.
    That night, whether it was because of the danger or not, Sophie felt him slide into her almost right up to the neck of her womb and immediately she set about grinding herself on him and pounding up against him as she sought for her own release. She raked her nails across his back and lifted her thighs back to open herself even more.
    “Bitch! ” Tom whispered as he felt her nails and then kissed her fierce and hard before reaching down and grabbing one of her legs, then without slipping out of her, he levered himself up and caught her other leg, then placed both against his shoulders. She cried out as his penetration suddenly went even deeper and harder and this time he slammed against her cervix, it was painful but not in a way that made her want to stop. He grinned down at her and began to thrust and withdraw again. Sophie flung her arms out wide, as if surrendering her body to him and locked eyes with him as he fucked her. The rhythm got faster and harder. Their cries became more and more highly pitched and then Sophie reached between her legs and ground her thumb on her clitoris just as Tom flung his head back and began to come. Frantically their bodies slammed together as they both climaxed, there was no rhythm now, just the shocks and aftershocks of the explosive pleasure. Then Tom collapsed forwards onto h er and they lay together, sweating and happy in the afterglow.
     
    A week later Gray gave them the arrangements for the false passports. The student movement against the government was organised into small groups with no one knowing anyone outside their own group. Only one person in each group knew enough to contact one person in another group – but only one. That way no one could betray enough people to seriously damage the movement as a whole. Gray was their group’s liaison member.
    Late one evening t hey went to a ramshackle tower block, having met Gray at the T ube station after making sure they weren’t being tailed. Sophie found herself thinking how ironic it was that she was walking on streets in the dark that she never would have dreamt of going near a year or two ago. She had two large young men with her of course, but even if they hadn’t been there, she would not have been unduly worried. Despite her hatred of slavery and Mostyn, the streets were undeniably safer than they had been . They climbed up six flights of concrete stairs that reeked of urine and finally got to a flat with an armoured front door, which was eventually answered by a pale faced young man with lank hair and a beanie hat on. He was introduced as Jed to them by Gray but he made no attempt to greet them, just held his hand out for their passports.
    “He’ll copy the biometrics and the photo onto an old one he’s got a file of and then manufacture a whole new booklet from the file he creates on a 3D printer. It’s totally undetectable,” Gray told them as they watched Jed scan in their details and then perform his alchemy which concluded with the 3D printer making the booklet; cover, printed pages , photos, and all in front of their eyes , jerking in plastic and light metal for the chip, paper and card from the tray s and rolls as it needed them . Although 3D printing had been around for some years, Sophie still found it an extraordinary thing to watch. When he was finished, Sophie had a passport in the name of Angela Stafford and Tom could now be Robert Alton – if needed. They took the documents, handed over a large amount of money and left. Gray accompanied them to meet Matt and Tilly and then return. He didn’t seem too concerned that when he made the journey for the third time with Chas and Eve, even the most casual surveillance might well pick him up. Sophie thought he was being very brave and gave him a hug when they left him at the station.
    Closing the estate gate on the outside world came as a welcome relief when they got home . Sophie