I saw Terry among them with a lascivious smile on her face, and the others I recognized as building residents from passing in the hallway and laundry-...oom. 8 of the other 10 were well into their fifties or sixties and showed varying stages of being overweight, but the one that Terry was talking to was fairly short with large hips and a big ass, wearing a tight-fitting black cocktail dress. She was younger than the others and fairly toned. With out a doubt, this had been my first appointment in. As the last of his comrades were seized by many hands and spanked intosubmission Jason fled into the night.He ran blindly this time off to the left. By now he had lost all senseof direction. He heard female laughter all around. He stopped to catchhis breath."Here's another one," came a voice from behind Jason, that made himjump.Jason quickly turned and slowly stepped back as more than 20 grinningwomen all stood facing him, in their hands black silky tights, red lacypanties and bra."No. "No, leave all that sweet girlie cum on your chair. I wantyou to smell it all the time. It will help remind you that you're my pussylicking bitch." Rachel says stopping me. My face goes hot and flush asI say "Yes, Rachel" "Yes Miss Rachel" I say, flushing even a deeper red. "Goodbye, Mrs. Green. I will see you tomorrow in class." Racheltells me as she walks to the door. Thank god it's over. "Oh, and Mrs. Green, don't forget about that nasty littlefuckhole of yours, remember I want it smooth.. That’s a pointless inquiry, he tells himself. There’s nothing he can do to help her, whatever comes next isn’t on him. If he happens to enjoy it, there’s no harm in that.Something old and primal drives it. Deep, unknowable. Its kind survives, yes, but they can reproduce as well, under the right conditions. It holds in its tentacles the perfect, right condition. If only it can fill her up. Open her, probe her insides, leave behind the seed needed to make more of itself. The hole on top seems.