The funniest part is that you are grateful for being used by us. By me. While I get serviced and pleased by a real man. You'll never get to fuck me. I...nstead you will get to fund dates, purchase used condoms, and be of domestic service to us both. How pathetically grateful you will be to receive photos of us having a great time or to smell and taste the vile latex tasting remnants of my pussy and his semen. You will be deeply humbled seeing how handsome and worthy he is of me, so manly and. Of course, she had frozen to death in the bitter cold, still clutching a book of matches that had long since gone out. Scott let out a hoarse yell and threw the sawhorse wildly into the woods. He hurried back toward his car like a madman, determined to save The Little Candle Girl. He would buy all her candles, call the police, and get her some hot tea to drink. Scott was so consumed with the idea of rescuing his new friend, he completely forgot about his own dire situation. The car whistled. "I'm so sorry!" she sobbed as she rose with dizzying speed into the air. "Iris, I'm so terribly sorry!"Holding her sibling in the palm of her left hand, Iris gently stroked Lily's silky yellow hair with the index finger of her right. "I'm a servant in what used to be my own home. I have a clone in my belly." She said softly as she slowly, seemingly aimlessly walked around the room. "I'm nothing but a non entity broodmare now."Lily felt herself calming under the gentle stroking. "I, I'm not. I'm. General Clayton followed up on your suggestion from yesterday. We did find out who changed the specifications on the shield generator. The arrest orders went out this morning and the prints are now correct. He would love to thank you, but..."I tried to hide my smirk, but I could hear a quiet hiss from several of the watching officers. "But if he did, it might look bad considering that just about every officer here considers the Internal Affairs department to be a few steps below your average.