Yeah, all kinds of beings. And all of them look human most of the time. Ordinary humanity has no idea we exist and the government wants to keep it tha...t way. Nutcases like Miranda O’Connor aren’t making it easy. Miranda killed her ex-husband and daughter because she was losing custody of her offspring after being declared an unfit parent. She had a drug history, along with a history of violence. She used to be a normal, decent person. A college professor, a devoted wife and mother. Then she got. She let herself be led to the floor and absentmindedly let herself be directed through the simple steps of the minuet. She didn’t sense that she was being watched by a group of ladies from the back of the ballroom. ‘Dear Emma, I feel so sorry for you. It’s too bad that your sister got the name Isabella, when it is obvious that you are the true belle of the ball,’ Mrs. Cavandish, one of society’s most prominent matrons, whispered in Emma’s ear. Unfortunately her whisper was almost as loud as her. All this was turning me on and making me ready for galloping this monster. He fucked my boob for a while but then went down to my stomach leaking out more precum. He circled his dick around that tiny navel and I moaned. Finally it reached where it belonged.He went out to his jeans and took out a condom. He wore the condom carefully and positioned his meat near my pussy. I held the pillow with both hands again and waited for the impact. His dick touched my pussy lips. I moaned with my eyes and. He was also clutching that horrid riding crop."I see that you're awake, Number 1. Good. It's time to dress you all for dinner."He plopped the bag and leather thing beside her on the bed."Now I know you all are the sensible one, aren't you, darling? So I know you won't be causing me any trouble now. I would hate to hurt that sister of yours for something bad you did. So, Number 1, are you going to make me any trouble?"Amanda shook her head and moaned her agreement into her gag. She knew in her.