She giggled as she recalled how he used to wash her hair for her every time they bathed together.He took his time lathering his hands with shampoo bef...re gliding his fingers through her hair. She leaned back so she could see his face. She smiled happily when he poked her nose with his soapy finger. This was the brother she remembered, the one she had wanted to hang out with since that morning.After massaging her scalp for several minutes, he washed his hands and lathered them with body soap. - Tyler: He’s embarrassing you in front of all your colleagues, he’s trying everything to hurt you, what a fuckin mean monster - Tammy: I don’t know what to do, do I storm out too? Do I stay and try and enjoy the party?- Tyler: I have another idea, it’s out of the box, it’s crazy but it’ll teach him a good lesson and it’ll be so much fun for you.- Tammy: what is it? Spell it already?- Tyler: OK I’ll just say it: revenge sex!- Tammy: huh? With who?- Tyler: yours truly!- Tammy: you? You’ll have. Christian Lawson-Smith covered his bulge with his clipboard and upon spotting the sensual strip of flesh between her legs, set himself free, quietly unzipping his fly. He tried to think about other matters, but he couldn’t quite help himself and before he had the time to mull it over, his hand stroked and pulled at his throbbing cock. Naomi Lawson-Smith could weep for the love of that pretty pussy under the skirt; she was so full of longing for a taste of the delicious sweet nectar, aching to. The warehouse grows more reposed as the members slowly exit the building while removing their robes. The last one to leave places a fire-retardant blanket over the ritual pit before turning the lights off.Soon, nothing but the occasional rattling from the wind outside and rumbling of the steel resounds inside. Cold stillness fills the warehouse, until...Buyo...buyo...A round blue gelatinous slime the size of a baseball rustles the blanket as it slithers out from the fire pit. It makes strange.