It’s quite the drive.’ * * * Once in the little beach town, which Gin thought really was cute, they parked the car and strolled everywhere. They ...window shopped, mostly, but Gin found a band t-shirt in a vintage shop she just had to buy. Led Zeppelin. It was a design she had seen once and loved and here it was. In a size small. What luck. They didn’t talk much. Not that that was unusual. They communicated in ways other than talking as often as or more than with words. Today, however, each. "That's a tight little plastic O-ring you have around you, girl. They use it to castrate farm a****ls. It sits at the base of your sack and cuts off the circulation to your balls. In a week or so, they'll just fall off. A nice, neat, bloodless way of getting rid of them."I stared at her. She couldn't mean this. Surely this was just a threat. Surely she'd take that diabolical thing, whatever it was, off of me. And then I realized; THIS was the "Supreme Sacrifice." Oh, my God!"That's right," she. Yvonne ran her fingers along Sarah’s wet pussy lips and brought her to an orgasm. In return, Sarah slid off Yvonne’s lap and helped her step out of her bikini bottoms. She eased her head between Yvonne’s legs kissing her inner thighs as she made her way towards Yvonne’s stretched pussy lips. Sarah then licked and sucked Yvonne to her own groaning moaning orgasm. Once Yvonne had recovered she ordered, “Press your nose against the wall, my girl, and think about how rude you were to my friend. Within hours they are all going to be sent to our friends the Ghouls. They will take a very big problem off our hands. We have a consistent percentage of the population of dissidents. This percentage fluctuates little over the centuries. Internal intelligence concentrates on those groups and identifies them. We round them up and we dispose of them to the Ghouls. If they disappear it takes a very long time for replacements to get organized. We go significantly deeper to try and take many levels.