I dragged my finger along the path that I knew her nala had followed, pressing gently here and there to feel the difference. I finally came to the pla...e where it felt very soft and when I pressed my finger, it actually dipped in. I had found the place where her hole may be, but I still didn’t feel a hole.I had come a long way and I was so close. She was still asleep, although I could only hear the sound of my own blood rushing through my system. I gently felt around, up and down, for the hole.. But lately that hasn't been satisfying. I've been craving more. I need a real woman, with hair to tug while she eats me out, and an ass to slap while I shove my fingers inside her. I want the moaning, I want the screaming. Oh god, I need my vibrator again.But damn it, it's been far too long since I've had a real woman's touch. And I swear to god this weekend I'm going to do it. I've got plenty of time, and there's plenty of juicy pussies in this town. But just how am I going to do it?Well let. “I will be back later to wrap your hands again before bed.”~~~~~~That evening, after Vespers, Abigail returned to the infirmary. Peter seemed pleased to see her, and a day in the air appeared to have helped to dry out the worst of the suppurations on his hands. Once more she washed them, soothed them with liniment, and bound them up carefully.“Do you need the pot again?” she smiled.Peter blushed very red and shook his head.“Not this time; one of the other Sisters helped me earlier,” he. Rachel was looking confused. I could feel the adrenaline making my mind go a mile a minute. If her contact had a backround in a fertility clinic and was offering off the books money, then this contact was probably giving these viable sample’s to other countries. “What country is he working for?” When I said this Rachel looked at me like I was crazy.“Russia.” Stacy whispered as if they could be listening.“What happens if you don’t get the sample?” Other countries must have gotten all the.