Society in all three of these worlds, Crossroads, Chaos, and Cassandra, seemed to equate someone’s job with who they were. On Chaos, you weren’t j...st Jim, or even Jim Jones. You were Jim the Baker. Here on Crossroads, Shelly was Shelly Caretaker, and she seemed to have no other last name. Was the surviving population on Cassandra so low that last names weren’t necessary?To me, this “Hero” business seemed to be an absurdly complicated, Rube Goldbergish scheme for repopulating a world. How many. “Next time don’t take so fucking long,” she saidshe threw her head back as he now gently pushed three fingers inside her.“Oh fuck, yes”“you like that?” he asked as he worked his fingers a little faster inside her now very wet cunt.“yes” she gasped as her hand grasped the back of his head.“Now eat me, use that fucking tongue of yours and lick my cunt,” she said gasping harder, her forehead was now pressed against his.“Then I’m going to suck your cock dry” she let out a squeal as his thumb rubbed. White washed walls and red tiled roof welcomed him back.Nothing different, nothing changed.The gate was still swinging in a lazy arc, faintly creaking, the noise being carried on the breeze that always came up the valley. The same breeze as always, that brought the tang of salt from the briny channel, a mile on the other side of the cottage and at the bottom of a step cliff.Clothing flapped on the dryer that slowly spun, looking like an old fashion moving picture show, flashing images of. As Sara sucks on his cock he begins to elongate and fatten up, this also helps produce the pre cum flowing back up the shaft for the stage showing. Sara understands that there is not a lot of sucking, but just mouthing it to get things started. The constriction band has been replaced with a diamond studded leather band just for the stage. It forces the slaves cock and balls outward showing them off much better.The slave´s balls are still shiny and smooth the lights glowing off them. They are.