“Oh, it was naughty,” I said.“Danielle doesn’t know any other kind of gain,” Bethany said, a bright smile on her face. “Though I think it ...was was unfair.”“It’s not my fault you decided to go fuck Georgia,” I said, shrugging.The six of us were among the oldest of the second generation of futas. Becky Woodward, the world’s first futa, had bred our mothers first before she expanded to the others. Even better, the six of us, lead by Lola and Rebecca, had orchestrated our mother’s presidential. She had been undercover and had met Gwen at a fundraiser. Dressed in a long, cream-colored gown, Megan held everyone’s attention that night, including Gwen’s. When Gwen had an opportunity to speak to Megan, she found her to be a smart, brilliant woman. Her emotion for the children that they were fundraising for that night surprised Gwen. Everything she knew about the woman was wrong. At the end of the evening, Gwen had gone to the bathroom before leaving. Megan came in right behind her and. She was a distressed as the others had been. Why was it, he thought, that they all found it so difficult to accept the devotion he offered to them?After all he took such great care of them. Of course she was tied to the chair but that was only because she would struggle so. And yes there was the tape on her lips; but couldn't she see that he could not bear to hear her cries? The storm outside was worse than ever; rain streamed down across the tiny barred window high in the wall of the cellar.. Gently I was able to bury half of my dick inside Leslie. Slowly I began thrusting her just so she can get used to me. As her ass fully given way for my dick, I thrust in and out of her and her screams returned. Smoothly I fuck Leslie’s as hard as I can; she came three times in a row for a short period of time. Calli crawled in front of Leslie and started biting her nipples once again. Leslie arched her back and leaned the back of her head on my shoulder. Calli was busy fingering Leslie’s pussy.