Her nipples instinctively tightened and she moistened her lips.“Oh no,” she moaned when she saw a tentacle slap over the edge of the tank. The sec...ond tentacle slapped the side of the tank and she noted it was much thicker than the last one she’d fought. She flashed her memory back to the tentacle opening up in front of her, the dripping phallus pulsing as she panted in lust.Crimson’s fist loosened and her finger strayed to her tiny skirt, pulling it down to cover her increasingly heated. I’m sorry for your loss. But it’s my understanding that when they brought you in you told them downstairs that a car ran you off the road. Is that correct?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat, do you know a Steven Anderman?”A pause and then finally, a nod.“You went to college with him, right?”A nod.“In fact, the other three in your car also went to college with him. You were all part of the same fraternity, right?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat. Were you all in town to meet up with Mr. Anderman?”Another pause and then a. I mean there isn't much difference in their pigmentation and body features, even if they say blondes are more fun.Black women of course don't need a tan, and I love it when they trim their crotches so you can see their hot pink insides whenever they just barely spread the legs. In fact they are probably the only ones I don't mind them shaving it all off just for that reason, and of course they always will be my favorite ass. And something about watching their dark chocolate nipples get hard. I guess in conventional terms, they were unbelievably charismatic and beautiful. Big round heads and lovely long-lashed anime eyes. Unspoilt by age, uncorrupted by power, untouched by greed. It was outside my mission scope, but I felt a strong moral urge to protect them and stop them from growing up into powerful and ruthless killers, which they would surely do if left in this tainted environment.On a more superficial level, I really enjoyed teaching them too. They were receptive, attentive,.