“Now, I’m planning on getting you a little drunk so that the girls here can take advantage of you. They saw that dick, the bag full of rubbers you...removed from your pants, and how you are choosing to spend your money giving these kids a minivacation. As a man, I’m not supposed to know, but it is a requirement as the boss and owner. All the girls, well young women, women, whatever the current terms are this week, are on birth control. At least they are supposed to be, and if they get pregnant,. I learned its extremely hard not to when two other people are! I can feel her tremble as she comes down off her high while still sucking the clone dry. I didn’t notice when but the clone's hands had gravitated to her head. She didn’t seem to care. As long as she got what she wanted and she did. You can see her throat swallow as each pulse came down the clone's penis. Each stroke led to a pulse followed by another swallow. Now the clone was having a hard time standing. I stop thrusting and. ’ said Camulos, ‘Here’s what you need to do. First you must bring Susan Slattery to me. Not by force. I want her to come to me of her own free will.’ Bitterman nodded his head vigorously. He knew better than to interrupt. Acknowledging the nod, ‘Good, that done I want you and Myron here to personally find Mr. Shawn McClellan, and I want you.’ Oscar Camulos pointed directly at Todd Bitterman, ‘I want you to be the one who puts a bullet in his brain.’ Bitterman thought he was going to wet his. Mum cooed to him, pretending to be shocked but smiling happily. Strangely, she sang a silly rhyme as the optician spunked her. "Dib dob doe! My big toe! Dirty doctor spanks me, rude optician balls me! My slit's full of sperm!"I quivered, cringing in shame, and couldn't stop myself shooting my own teased tormented sperm on to the bare concrete floor outside. I looked in on Mum as she rudely flaunted herself and willingly cuckolded me and Dad to pay the optician!I sank out of sight, to clean.