Chelsea straddled the Jessica 5000 like a horse, with one leg on either side. She carefully lowered her pussy onto the grill. As she settled into posi...ion, leg clamps activated automatically, locking her in. Above, a harness descended, and Chelsea obligingly raised her arms, placing her wrists into their clamps. The clamps weren’t to prevent the girls from escaping – meatgirls were all consenting. In fact, they were unionized – Rebecca was also the president of the local chapter. The clamps. But he was a member of the Party, to live in Germany in that time one had to be in the Party, there was no other way. So they would not allow him into the United States, because he had been in the Party. But he did not want to stay in Germany then, it was very bad in the years after the war. So he paid a man much money, and the man found a place for us on a ship to America. But we could not be seen, either on the ship or when we arrived, so we must spend our time hiding. It was then that I. Sure, we might hit quite a few innocent victims, but this is war. There are always innocent victims in wartime," Bigger offered. "And you can be damn sure we'd get the offending party." No, I'm not for that at all," Madison chirped in. "Who's to say that the offending party is an author at all?" Seeing that you asked -- I do," Weed asserted. "But I think you're right; nothing much we can do. Fuck it -- I'm going back to writing fiction." Nothing much at all we can do, I'm afraid... but screw. Show me this is all your pussy.” She just kept going and kept encouraging me until I felt like I was the world’s greatest fucker with the biggest dick in the universe. I was so into it that I held back my orgasm for hours and let everything build up until every inch of my body tingled and begged me to release my load from my completely full balls. I can go a long time, but I have never gone two hours straight, so I should have caught a clue right then and there that I was not under my own.