There is no remedy, so we do the best we can. The current situation has persisted for generations and sometimes what works well should not be tampered... with, not without a compelling reason."Drago, and two others that I'd not seen before, came rushing into the room, interrupting our exchange."Petrius, there's been an accident," Drago reported urgently. "A Guardian has been badly injured, and we desperately need your expertise."With nothing better to do, I followed behind them to the hangar bay. Holly clenched her teeth as another orgasmic spasm swept through her young, ravaged body. Every tiny movement she made created new damage inside her as the sharp edges of Mac's sword touched virgin, unsliced flesh.This next orgasm was approaching much too powerfully and Holly simply couldn't help it even though she knew full well what would happen as she arched her back and thrashed quickly from left to right. It happened before anyone, even Lisa, could stop her. Holly's heart quickly ran out. The players were on the field, going through their pre-game drills.The boy was in the company of Walter Simpson, an old man.Mr. Simpson was a longtime fan of the Double-A baseball club known as the Birmingham Barons. He knew the players, and they knew him. Years earlier, when the boy had been only three and four years old, Walter Simpson and his wife had cared for him in their home, while the boy's mother worked as a waitress. It was a commercial child-care arrangement that, over time, had. He had decided to use the body of the cooperative mother, Mrs. Brown to test his alter ego’s restraint in carnal adventures with a female also given the same formula to match his animal-like urge to copulate with complete abandon.He had already anally taken both the mother and the dreadfully constipated daughter in need of anal stimulation to complete her toilet. Both the mother and the daughter had performed with flying colors but he had selected the mother because she was blessed with that.