"Yes, we believe the Bologna massacre as the mundane press are calling it was instituted as a slave/food grab, but they were quick so we aren't sure,"...Jemima said when I got up there. "The only reason we think it was them is Abigail, who caught a flicker of a portal when it raised itself above our normal threshold." So they're getting better at disguising their intent?" I asked."Appears so. Abigail thinks they are simply limiting their activities to smaller flashpoints, though she admits that. She needed fresh cock every day and was never satisfied with just one, but preferred groups and wanton orgies. Samantha and her hubby were swingers and sybarites. She got double penetration at least once a month and they participated in orgies on a regular basis. Samantha had come to need fresh meat in her as most wives would if their hubbies let them be the sluts they are. She was a sensual woman with a strong libido and vivid imagination. She thought an orgy, a frenzied wanton pagan orgy the. No, that wasn't allowed. The Gods commands pressed on my mind. I couldn't hurt them unless they were evil. And they weren't evil, just hot, pregnant sluts. But grabbing Lizzy by the hair and dragging her about wouldn't hurt her. Just like spanking her fine ass would only excite her. Every slut loved to be spanked no matter how much they cried."Stop sucking, slut," I growled. "I'm ready to fuck."Heather lifted her mouth off. "Who?"I stood up and grabbed Lizzy's black hair, yanking her mouth from. He was a great boss to his employees and, as a result, they worked hard for him. He was especially fond of his assistant, Jill, who had been the assistant to the former department head. He'd always gotten along well with her and they had lightly flirted when Brennan was in the field. She was in charge of dispatching jobs and handling the paperwork. Brennan always had his stuff together, but she would still call him about some small detail that she really knew the answer to. She did it just to.