నా గొంతు తడారి పోయింది.“ఏ……ఏం…..లేదండీ…..లెక్కలు చెప్తార...��మోనని…..” అని నసిగాను.“ఏది, బుక్ ఇలా ఇవ్వు” అన్నారు మేష్టారు చెయ్యి చాపి. నేను బుక్ ఇస్తూఉంటే నా చెయ్యి లుంగీ లో గట్టిగా ఉన్న దానికి తగిలింది. వెంటనే చెయ్యి వెనక్కి లాక్కున్నాను.“ఏమమ్మా, చేతికి ఏమైనా తగిలిందా?” ఆదుర్దాగా అంటూ సీతమ్మగారు లుంగీ లోంచి పాములవాడు బుట్ట లోంచి పాముని తీసినట్టు దానిని తీసింది.“ఓస్,ఇదేనా?” అంటూ రెండు చేతుల్తో దానిని సవరదీసింది.“ఏమిటండీ అది?” అన్నాను కళ్ళార్పకుండా చూస్తూ. ఆవిడ దాని మీద చర్మం వెనక్కి లాగింది. ఎర్రగా. A panel in the table slid aside uncovering a makeup dish. It was labeled 'concealer'.||Apply concealer as indicated||In the flat-screen monitor/mirror, the computer had highlighted areas of my face to be concealed. It was so weird. I mean, there was my face, essentially a real-time mirror image, and overlaid on the image were contour lines showing me where the computer felt I needed to apply concealer.Next to the dish of concealer was a soft sponge. I dabbed it in the concealer and applied it. “Who wants a go on this whore?” Paul asked. I was busy watching Roger sliding his fuck stick in and out of Alice's tight cunt, she’d already came twice on his cock and her juice ran freely down her thighs. Whilst fucking her pussy he simultaneously worked a finger into her anus opening it up ready for cock.“I’ll have a go” Steve said, pulling his cock from Alice's mouth, he walked over to Fiona and slapped her ass. “Nice ass whore, turn round and get up on the bonnet”. Fiona did as she was. It was clutching the remaining turret in its claws, and massive streamers of electricity flowed all along its feathers.A second blast of lightning revealed Quetzalli, who stood nude on the edge of the roof. Her horn glowed an ominous blue color, and her arms were stretched wide. Nearby, Dana was hiding in what looked like a metal cage that had been attached to one of the iron beams.Yeah, sure. Whatever. Beth only had so much brain power left, and asking questions would have used what was left.