When she thought it through clearly, she would know better. But she was mired in her own emotional rut and I just wanted to nudge her out of it."Ilean...a, you have been chosen," I told her. "You have been chosen for me. To help me with a great task. A mission that the gods have given to me. But they know that to do it, I must have you with me." Oh!" was all she could say. But I could sense she was responding. This was a concept she could grasp."Will you deny what the gods have chosen you for? Do. Jenny’s nipples are prominent. She has been taking cock morning noon and night for three days now. She is awash with the men’s semen. This week, the fertile week, she doesn’t shower and so she smells constantly of their fucking. Her sex oozes and drips beneath the tiny skirts that she wears, so that sometimes I have to clean the floor tiles in the kitchen.‘You need that little bitch?’ Ambrose purrs triumphant kissing her button nose.‘Yes’ she whispered. Her fingers move in my mouth as she. I was just working on a computer and didn’t pay attention to who was calling.”“I thought I had a custom ring.”“The phone’s on vibrate. But I’m happy to chat anyway. Any break from the demons of the corporate world is welcome.” I smiled and left my desk so I wouldn’t be tempted to keep looking at the screen while we talked. It’s a bad habit. I plopped down in my recliner and clicked the light on over my one painting—a man looking out across the sea. It was painted by a dear friend back in high. She started walking towards the den normally. (The den is what the students called the "theatre." They would show movies, music videos and such in there throughout the day.) But on Thursdays, it's used for Video game and Anime club.As I she was walking... she got this. Strange feeling like someone was... almost following her. But, that would be expected seeing as it's college; there's so many people walking around at every second. It felt different this time for her, though. It felt like she.