They looked down on the slightly flushed face of Palmyra Weston. Paul checked her pulse while Stillwell peeled back one of her eyelids and studied the...pupil."That's good stuff, all right," said Stillwell. "I like it a lot better than the earlier versions. I hate to fuss around with Bemegride I.V.'s to balance the toxicity some of them seemed to get from the older forms." Yeah," replied Paul. "Especially since you might have to turn around and feed 'em pentothal to counteract the Bemegride.". Laura had heard of these machines, but she had never seen one. Above her, two cords led from the clips on her nipples to a bar above her that pulled the cords tight.While she looked at it the dildo machine, the wheel started to turn. The massive dildo pushed into her. The breath she’d been holding escaped as the massive cock-shaped device pushed deeper and deeper stretching her wider as it went. When she was about to scream, it began the backward part of its cycle. It pulled out to her opening. “Mmmm,” Jake responded. “He also fucked me that night. Nice and hard.” Mrs. M slid a third finger into both of the boys assholes, slamming them in and out. “Oh really?” Dylan had Jake’s entire cock inside of his mouth now, and began bobbing up and down.Jake’s voice was shakey as he responded. “Oh yeah. Stretched my tight little asshole, before filling it with his hot cum. He even licked it clean.” The image was almost too much for Mrs. M, her glistening pussy nice and wet. She removed her. He had kicked the cocaine habit, but he was still a drab, grey specimen of a man, living on the fringes of the criminal world. Then he had the great good fortune to run into his friend Eddie.Eddie had been his partner in the days when they were working pickpocketing and purse snatchings around the Gare De Marseille-Saint-Charles. Eddie had a friend who knew a guy who needed an inconspicuous fence in Paris. Given Antoine’s experience in the stolen cell phone racket, he was the first guy who.