Janet, her hips moving, darted back, and her son’s tongue slipped into her asshole.“Ohhhh, please!” she wailed.“Fuck her ass, Barry!” Shari ...urged. “Fuck Mother’s hot ass with your tongue!”Janet moaned as her son darted his tongue in and out. She tried once to squeeze her asshole tightly, but failed. It felt to her as if his tongue was long and thick, filling her asshole.Shari moved her hand below her mother’s stomach, and felt Janet’s hairy cunt.“She’s really wet, Barry! Mother’s cunt is so wet. One by one, the pneumatic hiss of the sedative injection could be heard as each of the Rowan Prep students went limp.The war had its first losers.?Good job, team,? said Judy Goodheart to her friends as they dragged their new slaves on the floor behind them. ?Tape them up and store them in the middle room.?Six of their enemies had already been defeated—four men and two women, over a quarter of their team. Judy returned to the lobby and dragged her two commanders away to discuss strategy;. Was in contention against at the time would meet, and be shown on TV, naked. Their naked advisers would be behind them and the reporters would be naked too. It just seemed to him that it would be more difficult to deceive anybody if you weren’t wearing clothes. It would take a few years and a broken heart or two before he learned that was not true, at least on a personal level.He knelt down next to the window and rested his chin on his hand against the sill. Closing his eyes, Sandy drifted into. After all, I was HIS daughter, therefore anything positive that came out of my existence was a credit to him. Some kids would rebel at that supposition. I knew some in school who were doing just that.I knew better. Ysabela saw the letter too. "Kara, mi Corazon," she said, "let your father be happy for his reasons. You should be happy for your own. Hurting him is not going to do you good."That was sort of my mantra: Let others find satisfaction in what I did, but I did it for me.Except ONE.