.. Five," he counted and snapped his fingers. The seven women looked at him with adoration in their eyes and he smiled as he thought of the coming bat...tle. Lydia reentered the room and resumed her seat."Does anyone here want to be rescued by these heroines?" he asked. "Do you want to return to your old lives?" NO!" they all shouted. The very thought of leaving their Master filled them with dread. What would they do? The Aphrodite gene in each of them had kicked in and they were now full blown. To my surprise, there were over 240 more. My mind raced, What the hell did this pervert do? Also, I thought, Did she allow Carl to take pictures of her? I stormed out of the room and attempted to make coffee – all the time trying to piece together what happened. I went back into the room. All the photos were candid shots, as she appeared not to have a clue she was being photographed. I mumbled to myself, “Could Carl have become a voyeur?” The pictures were all taken from a specific vantage. Still sitting cross-legged on couch, Travis reached up to massage the sore spot on his skull."If you want to use power, you need to concentrate on it to the exclusion of everything else around you. You do the same thing when you are working on your wood projects in the gar-bage," Anya tried to explain."It's called a 'garage'," Travis corrected her."You're not concentrating!"Not wishing to encourage a greater wrath upon his head, Travis settled down and closed his eyes. He took a couple of deep. It sounded to me that she wanted to get over with it whereas I would have preferred these words out of desperation.I parted her legs and inserted a finger in her hole. After few minutes of rigorous fingering, I inserted two fingers and her moans turned into yelling. I inserted her top in her mouth and inserted three fingers. She achieved a throbbing orgasm and fell back with heavy breathing.I then decided to fuck her ass since I dint have condoms. I got a Vaseline moisturizer and applied it on.