.meanwhile, the tentacle exploring his navel seems to be exploringdeeper, pumping some kind of liquid into his belly directly, even as theone down her... throat does the same... his eyes unable to focus onanything other than the enormous eye in front of his face...the tentacle in his ass continues to grow, starting to pump in and outof her stretched bottom, impaling her on its rubbery girth, moving backand forth...more tentacles whip out of the darkness to wind around herwrists and ankles, lifting. The crane moves over to the wall, the ladder gets thrown, Patrick climbs up it….we abandon the crane where it is, ladder hanging down into the yard…mass breakout while Patrick and the crane driver and the guy on top of the crane go off on motorbikes that are set up in the road….we leave the crane where it is to aid the mass escape…..London will be in chaos, prisoners legging it over the wall and all over Clapham and Wandsworth….cops trying to round them up, panda cars and the meat-wagons stuck. I realised then that I had some leeway within the instructions, and turned back to the bed, planning to lift the covers, and climb underneath. I needn’t have bothered. The bed was really just a bare imitation, built for some no-doubt badly envisaged play at some point, and the covers were permanently attached to the frame. I stood for a while longer, just wondering, and then decided that I had to go through with it. I couldn’t stand it if I backed out now. I forced a smile on my face, reached. Each of the triplets gave me a deep kiss, whispered a ‘thank you’, got into their clothes, and left the room. With bewilderment I looked at Pharomé. “You are milking me! Fuck, all this sex and beautiful girls are there to get my cum!” She smiled at me, while she circled her tummy with slow motions of her hand. “That’s why all the girls only fuck me once! Once they got, and this includes you Pharomé, what they want, they loose interest.” I was so upset and shocked that I completely forgot the.