Looking more like a gaping maw of a mouth than that. Rub walked over, now taking the almost too heavy head of the thing in her hands, cupping and hold...ng it as the girls continued to caress and stroke the thing with theirs. It continued to spew a great deal of its liquid venom as I thought of it, Rub's hands now glistening with the pearly-like substance. A long streamer of it now just barely attached to its mouth, hanging down what looked like almost a foot, dangling and swinging back and forth. Gently he pushes her down to the floor, sliding his hands up the backs of her thighs, over her cheeks, her lower back and up to her shoulders, he turns her. Kneeling between her knees, his eyes roam the front of her body. She lays there weak, her body spent. He kneels, smiling at his handiwork, stroking his cock, the faint bruises on her breasts from the other night, his hand comes up to touch the bite marks on his shoulder where she bite him to stifle her screams while they fucked in the. "Hi sis," Cindy called as Janet reached for the office door. "Did Ms. Sinclair call you to her office too?" Yeah," Janet said with a shrug of her blonde hair as she opened the door. "Any idea what she called us down for?" I have an idea," Cindy said as she gave Janet a crooked grin. "And if I'm right I don't think I'll miss my fuck session with Mr. Brown too much." Easy for you to say," Janet hissed as her sister slipped past her to enter the office, "Chris and I had a fuck session planned for. Bringing her hand up to her neck, she felt it slowly; no wound. Apart from that she was unharmed, and her clothes were intact. But she still felt weird. Something wasn’t right. Then she looked under the covers for more injuries, but what she saw down there shocked her. Alana was wearing a lace teddy, which just seemed to cling to her body, like a second skin; emphasizing what she thought were her best features: her slim stature, her long, voluptuous legs, her perfectly curved, tight and.