‘I think that’s all of it.’ ‘Thanks again,’ Cypress said quietly. She looked down at the floor. ‘I um…I’m very…’ She stopped, her ...yes widening. ‘Late! I’m late!’ Well, of course she was late. She’d just spent ten minutes in the hallway talking to a Celtic forest spirit. Professor Davidson is never going to let me hear the end of this, Cypress thought, as she sprinted down the hallway, regretfully ignoring Avery’s voice calling out her name. He is such a prick! She skidded around the corner and. It will pick up on your mental images and then do what it has seen you plan for it." Good enough," Meaty said, taking the lump of protoplasm from the bag they had carried it in. Everyone was quiet while he visualized what he needed it to do."Okay. Done." He was startled when the glob began to grow in size, then take on his own features until a second Meatier Man was standing there in front of him."I can tell the difference," the Crimson Blush spoke softly.Buttplug frowned. They were perfectly. One-on-one conversations, yes, but with just us two in the room? No. I treasured the memories of those conversations though… no matter how trivial they were. His voice would lull me to sleep at night and I’d wake up thinking of his bashful little smiles. There was one incident about that time that escalated things even more. We played a game at a graduation-committee party, hosted at a public park one evening in late April. Even now I don’t remember all the rules of the game, except for the one. Mario pushed the slut Morgan to her knees to find a black cock in her face. The other 5 mechanics circled around the teen, laughing, joking, dicks out. “Suck that black cock.” A Mexican slapped the back of her head with his dick. A hand pulled her head away from the black cock to a fat white cock. I was filming as Morgan as I was jerking off watching the scene. A young white teen being cock slapped, throat raped and skull fucked by 5 big rough mechanics. The Mexican grabbed Morgan’s head.