Her toes squirmed beneath my touch, dancing back and forth, straining against their thin prison, only serving to tantalize my overloaded senses. I bec...me aware of the scent of her, a heady mix of sweat and shoe leather, utterly intoxicating as I drew it into my nose and throat. Her foot was inches from my face, drawing closer with every passing second. I could feel the heat radiating from her, I could see every precious detail of her sole, a novel topology of hills and valleys that I wanted to. After about a minute of this simulation, I could once again feel the ecstasy rising in my loins. This time, however, it was not checked, and I began to voice the joy. Soon my seed rose in an explosion of sensory experience, and she caught my semen in her mouth, sensually swallowing every bit of it."That taste makes me horny," she said. "As if I wasn't already. Step into my house, will you?" and she opened a battered brown door off the alley.We stepped into a clean but dingy house, she still. She smirked and looked across at three equally attractive ladies who sat opposite, Clara Adams, legs crossed in pencil skirt and tight blouse was one of them. She smiled a Fenton as she toyed with what looked like a leather strap. She was accompanied by a plump auburn haired woman in a green dress which hugged her ample curves; her nipples stiffened visibly as she maintained an air of authority in viewing Fenton, crossing her legs to ensure he caught sight of her powerful thighs clad in black. No one is going to fucking rape you. Just calm down. I don't know what I'm going to do with you, but I can't have you leading your crazy bitches into my world.”World? Universe? Why had everything gone insane?I stared at Ji-Yun. My Korean sex slave was still mine, staring at me with such pride in her eyes as she marched before that traitorous Salome. We moved through the familiar halls of Mary Glassner College, but where were all my followers? We approach the gym. I could hear... moans.Feminine.