....your fantasy?"Imagine him turning to you and grinning, ordering, "Answer your wife," as he finally gets his whole rod buried deep within your brid...'s ass. Imagine muttering, "Yes, yes, this is what I wanted" as the Master begins to slide his man's meat in and out of your beloved's virgin ass as her moans of passion fill the room, now just a willing receptacle for this powerful man's prodigious load of hot seed.Imagine now as the Master pumps his thick tool in and out of your wife's willing. So we'll stayhere ... old friends who shared a common bond and have no more desire tobe young turks." That brings us back to my question, Barry, about the last words I said toyou. Just before they anesthetized me." I thought I answered. You said 'Markham, if I survive this, I've going tofuck you over.' Right?" Did you ever watch the tapes?" Tapes? There were tapes?" Come on, Barry. The cameras are everywhere except the privacy areas." But Miluko. I didn't need cameras to check on you, I was. Stacey probably should have been a little stricter with her children. Especially Britton after today’s incident. She had managed to tear up at least half of Davey’s football cards before she was caught. Who knows what she would have done next. And all over her stuffed sheep getting a little dirty. Stacey changed into her suit, packed everything into her car and headed to the beach. Stacey was just lying down getting some sun and watching the twins build sandcastles and try to bury each other.. Now, nearing her Eighteenth birthday, and ready to graduate from High School; Henrietta found herself at a crossroads. That was why she was sitting on the examining table on a beautiful spring day.There was a soft tap on the door and it opened slowly. She expected to see the Doctor, but it was only the Nurse. Nurse Betty was bright and cheerful and bubbled with charm. Her giggle was infectious and she looked good in white. The nurse's uniform was starched and truly pristine. Henrietta could not.