Their hooded leader had released a video claiming that any woman past puberty who breathed it would become consumed with lust for the first man she co...uld get her hands on, and that once his sperm was in her body, she would be bonded to that man and become his willing sex slave for life. Later interviews with victims showed the women happy and content in their new lives as their owner’s insatiable sluts, (They often referred to them as boyfriends or husbands, but “master” was becoming. The poor girl squirmed and wiggled and it all made Tarzan Jr. more ardent in matters of carnal bliss. She had never really taken it in that portal back in her country because the Jesuits told her it was a “Mortal Sin”.Eventually, the constant friction and the stretching convinced her it was more pleasure than sin and she verbally asked for “More, please” before Tarzan Jr. could summon his energy to flood her interior with his creamy substance like soothing pudding pie locked inside her tight. Silently closing the front door, she turned towards the kitchen where the mail would be. Her hands shook as she reached out to grab the newspaper. Almost there, she thought, almost there. "What do you think you're doing?" Jake asked. Her brother, twenty-three, all male, green eyes, dark brown hair. "Hey dad, look what we have here!" He snatched her wrist and dragged her into the living room where her father stood facing the fireplace. "Bella, my darling, have a seat." Her father, Tommy, pointed. Purely because I can still see them clearly."Oh yes." Tim rolled over and off the bed, landing on his feet. I positioned myself lying down on my back with my legs over the side. Tim Knelt down between my legs, parting them slightly with his bra covered chest until my cock was pressed up against the smooth nylon and pretty lace of his bra. He reached out and gently cupped my balls massaging them delicately. His hand moved up to my shaft and slowly up to the tip. I gasped as he moved my balls.