Correct?” Sporu asked.“And it’s their fault,” Pius repeated pointing at Mangeler.“We warned you that we felt the sperm were generally defect...ve. Your insistence on randomly spreading them in any whore’s cunt is your fault, not a problem with our tests for optimum genetic sustainability. That’s why we need the samples from Mr. Adams. We need viable sperm to test our genetic theories on.”“Our task is to repopulate the earth! We have no mandate to manipulate the genetic code.”“Gentlemen,” Sporu. .. and she slid her other hand between her legs, parting the lips of her nether regions with her fingers. Her small tits bounced joyfully up and down as she lewdly revealed her damp, pink hole to the guys ... and then began shamelessly finger-fucking herself, dipping her middle finger into her hot depths with slow, earnest strokes."Yeah, girl ... that looks all sorts of scrumptious," I said admiringly to Courtney, as she brazenly played with herself. If we had more time, I wouldn't have minded. . she's all yours."I leaned down and kissed her again. "Have fun, baby."Lindsey gasped "No!", pulling and kicking hard against the restraints, as the first of them climbed between her legs behind her. "No! I don't want... No! Not like this! No!"I have some amazing video of my helpless green-eyed girlfriend moaning "No...no...no...no... ohhhh... No! Get OFF of me!!" Her eyes grew huge as she wailed "No!!! Godddd... Nooo! Oh... Oh my G... Fuck!" as her tight, wet little cunt stretched around. I marveled at the speed of their work. It was all hand-stitched. How on earth had they managed this?The pants and shirt fit well. There was a device over my right breast. It was of a Dragon. I was told that the boots would take a bit longer. I thanked them, and marveled at the Dragon on the breast. It was stitched with gold and silver thread, and was a representation of a Dragon, stooping. All four feet were bent, with talons at the ready. The wings were unfurled, and angled high. The talons.