Fully dressed above the waist and yet bared below as man after man expelled his seed within her, some used the brown hole turning her on her front for...some strange reason but clearly she liked it from the shrieks of joy she uttered.“Fancy treating your own daughter like that!” the girls mother accosted me.“Madame I checked the church register and she cannot be mine,” I challenged, “I was in France until six months before she was born.”“Could have swore she were yourn,” she said with a puzzled. At least till she came down from her battle lust.The chapel was quiet, deserted and only poorly illuminated by a few flickering candles. Just the way she liked it. She limped to the front and the altar that was placed in front of a large sculpture of the Eternal Emperor.With the creak of caked leather, L'mael knelt in supplication, restraining the urge to groan aloud as bruised knees connected with the hard and unyielding marble of the steps up to the sanctuary and altar.The leather over her. Where you put your feet and what you run into has to be calculated automatically. You'll be too busy dodging bullets to put much attention on staying upright and not running headlong into a tree." Walk into those brambles, she sez," Timora muttered, changing the direction of her glare to include the thorny bushes that looked so ... thorny. "On purpose." Yep!" Emma grinned."You go first," Timora told her.Emma rolled her eyes and walked away, exuding confidence in every step. Jessika smiled as. As they approached, Candy peered up apprehensively, and slowed down her pace as she heard laughing voices inside."Come on hunnybun! Lets get going" pressed Jane. She was a year Candy's senior and had the edge on her in a motherly-type way. The door creaked open and the two girls walked up the stairs hand in hand. When the door opened, what Candy saw was miles from what she had anticipated through Jane's description. The air was heavy with smoke and goth metal music was playing at high volume..