”“Isn’t that a little ... hypocritical?”“Yes, it is. I still don’t know if I could do that now, though if I loved her, and her alone, enou...gh, I suppose I could. I’ve grown up. Just like you have.”“Oh. It just took me longer? I’m afraid a had an early, middle, and late asshole period, and I got vile.” she said, soberly.“I got lucky, and course-corrected sooner. Some people never do. I learned hatred hurt me as much as it did others.”“I only learned that the other day,” she said sadly.“But you. Arnie's cock was at least two inches longer than Jordan's, and at least an inch thicker in circumference. Sometimes good could come out of an evil deed, I thought. If I play this right, this could be a big lottery win for me."With my help, you could turn out to be as good a fucker as your dad, Arnie." Of course I would not tell him the truth about Andy. As we all know, every boy felt something special about being able to fuck his father's wife. And a young buck like Arnie would love a chance to. ” I move to the bottom of the table and sit on one of the chairs. “Open your legs, lie back… and enjoy.” “Mmmm, gladly.” Sitting on the chair, I lean forward and again trace the length of your wet little hole with my tongue. “Oh god.” It is so easy to find your clit - It peeks from between your cunt lips waiting to be sucked. My tongue opens your little lips as it ploughs into you and slides upwards. Your clit throbs and I close my lips around it and suck while my tongue flutters gently. As a pragmatist my first impulse was to find some big rocks and make sure that these monsters never escaped this system again. But I also wanted to know what made the Slavers, and figured we had a good shot at it here.Of the two issues, the issue of the Slavers was more important to us today. Yes, the Confederacy wanted to know now too. After all they had millions, billions even, of potential Slavers out there to deal with if somebody learned the secret. After the disaster of the Box nobody.