"Sister Mary Jane, don't raise your voice in anger against one ofgod's creatures. I thought that Sister Bernadette told you aboutour basic tenets earl...ier today. Let me tell you something aboutthe history of your new order. Our order is very old. Clare ofAssisi founded the Poor Clares of St. Francis back in the early1200's. The man who later became known as St. Francis was sowrapped up in God, that he saw all creation as being somethingthat God had given to us, and these animals are our. Lots of new houses being built, and a bunch of rich people moving into them, all needing landscaping. But then the fucking bubble burst. And these new fucked-up regulations by the government are killing me. I've had to cut back my workforce and work more hours myself. I fucking hate it. I'm getting too old for this shit." I hear you, man," Anthony responded. "It's tough all around."Although he couldn't seem to explain exactly what he did for a living, Anthony seemed to be well off, and immune. It felt like the creatures glorious cock was in her chest cavity as it moved within her, dragging her cervix forward and back as it sawed into the deepest part of her depraved cunt. The monster picked up her limp form and began using her as one might a fleshlight, slamming the woman up and down without care or thought of the damage her might do her. Her brain overloading with sheer pleasure she squirted all over the torso of the monster, the clenching of her walls forcing them to become even. Tilly removed hers. No one else did. They all glared at me indignantly. I scowled back at them and then sighed."You don't get it, do you?" I said to them all. "You're hooked on a drug. The drug is a pheromone that inhibits your desires for sex. Hell, I expect that none of you have even masturbated or slept with another woman since you've put on that patch." Why would we want to have sex with another woman?" Brenda shouted back. "That's just wrong."I had to sigh again. These women weren't the.