My machine... I think that I'll call it a Hyperspatial Tunnel... Anyway, it connects two different realities, two completely different universes, in f...ct. Here, let me show you what I mean."Before anyone could protest, he once again closed the switch that fed power to his machine from the bank of heavy truck batteries stacked against one wall of his laboratory. This time Cynthia was ready for it, and she decided that the sound effects connected with the opening of the tunnel were more mental. I frowned. The head of my sales department had long been a thorn in my side. She was the first employee I hired, and at first had supported my vision. But when things started going bad, especially during her spat with June over a man, she'd been the source of most of the disgruntled mutters. I spanked her hard last night before the office, showing the bitch her place.And now she wasn't here.I marched to June's cubicle, my dick bouncing before me, sticky with Casey's asshole. My busty HR. "Good evening my pet!" Rick kissed my forehead and smiled into my eyes, "All cleaned up?" Yes, Sir." “You look beautiful, Sung Hee. That’s a lovely dress, and it suits you very well. It’s an excellent choice.”He smiled and kissed my forehead again. I wished he would take me in his arms and fuck me! "Sung Hee, I have something for you." Rick reached down beside him and produced a large flat box about three inches wide and almost a foot long. He handed it to me and gestured that I should open. The male rat, fucked himself to death, forgot to eat, forgot everything but his dick. Peter got hard, just thinking about Jane, and of course, Jane and her mother, and the two of them with Tammy and Maur, and the four of them with ... only a computer algorithm could have listed all the permutations that raced through his head. But for the time being, Jane's cherry plus the helping hands and lips of Tammy seemed enough.By the middle of next week, all the necessary plans were in place. Janet had.
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