What have you done with my shy little Sue. Ok lets get shep on the bench.I set sheps pain threshold at 100 percent and set him to sleep. I put him on ...he workbench and carefully made an incision in the back of his neck and carefully slid the chip in. We could leave the cable sticking out for now. I stitched him back up with some fine fishing line and then covered it with a sticking plaster. We cleaned him and the bench up. there had been a bit more blood than I expected. We left a loop of cable. The slightest moan escaped his lips as he started to pump his hips. His rock-hard cock went deep into the corpse, he didn’t last long. He came inside it within 60 seconds. Pulling out he rolled on his back, breathing heavily.Satisfied he took a closer look at his catch. She had been young, probably his age. Her torso had been chopped clean in half, right at the belly. He tossed his line back into the river. he was pleased with the days catch. But maybe he would be lucky and hook something else,. I could hardly breathe as we stood still waiting for the doors to open and close and the blur of the few passengers getting off. I seemed to be floating, like in a dream. I have no idea how many got off or on; all I could feel was this giant prick pulsating inside of me, throbbing in tune with his heartbeats. My orgasms didn’t stop; they continued wracking my body. It felt like a large vibrator deep within me sending pulses of sheer electricity to my brain, my body shuddering with each. Between them.They were pragmatic women. Both produced more milk than their babies could consume and they’d been using Bobby as a means to empty them sometimes. Now, whenever one of them had to get up to feed a baby in the middle of the night, she returned to bed to empty herself of one white milky liquid, only to have it replaced, albeit in another part of her body, with another.It was, in fact, their passion and hunger to be filled that drove Bobby out of the house the next morning. He wasn’t.