First my shoes and socks, then I undid my slacks and pulled them down while she stared intently at me. All that was left were my boxers which were ten...ted out in anticipation. I moved in front of her and asked if she wanted to pull them down. She got a shy look and nodded no. I grabbed my waist band and as soon as the purple head showed she gasped and opened her eyes wider in wonderment. Jackie leaned forward to get a better look at my screaming hard cock. I told her that her daddy might want. “That’s what we assumed but--”“Yeah, I heard the story.” He had also read everything he could find online. “Mad scientist murders six women. No wonder you had to push this on me.”“Don’t lump me in with the administration,” she frowned. “Fine, I can take a hint.”He wasn’t giving hints, he was openly not sharing. He was happy to close the door behind her. He dialed out from the provided landline.“Yeah, hi. I’m interested in the Veidt home at 52 Washington,” he said.“Is this a prank call?” Asked a. Meanwhile, Joelle's hand slid as far as it could into Merrill's contracting rectum, twisted half way around and then started it's trek back to the puckered entrance. Merrill's own left thumb plunged back in, not stopping until its knuckle met the mouth of her fully stretched pee hole. Wiggling her thumb tip she sighed deeply and began to pull the soaked digit back out."God," thought Merrill "Feel so full, so fucked!" she bounced her knees in time to the beat of her latest climax.Merrill now. But that was not the point, the ritual required she read each word aloud, so that is exactly what she did. Beatrice was pedantic in her obedience.As the words flowed she felt the change begin, felt her identity shifting. Little by little, word by word, Beatrice surrendered to the change, accepting, welcoming, needing. Her voice hypnotic, her breathing soft, her heart rate slow, rhythmic, setting the cadence of her monologue. As the last word echoed in her mind, she reached out to lift the.
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