For the first time since we entered the room our eyes met...and she smiled. She was looking at me, her husband, chained to a rail milking the cum from...another husband, while her married vagina was being violated...and she was smiling. She turned and motioned to the older husband, Steve. I just stared as he moved up behind her and began fucking her with his 50-year old cock. She said something to him and they both looked over at me and smiled and waved. She raised herself until her ample breasts. I feel more relaxed and more loved in that sterile place than I do in what used to be my home until two weeks ago.Just think two weeks ago I had a home, where I could relax after a hard day's work, a place of solace and peace. A place I could weather out any storm. This was a place I thought was full of love and comfort with someone who loved me and I loved in return. Then two weeks ago, it all came crashing down around me. I found out I wasn't loved in return the way in which I loved. It was. “Miracle. Call me Miss Miracle, or just Miss ... and no, you probably cannot,” She muttered at long last, as she turned again to briefly face me. For emphasis, or just to show off, she dropped a collection of assorted electronic devices onto the writing desk near the left window. She had pulled them all out of the wall and window frames, one by one ... without causing the slightest amount of damage anywhere. She had just put her hand immaterially through the wall and yanked the sensors and. She tried to scream but Martha was covering her mouth. As soon as they noted Monica’s vacant stare, they released her and only cries of pleasure escape from the new host’s mouth.Early the next day, Keily was watching over Monica, who was still knocked out from her overwhelming exertions, and she noticed that her abdomen looked swollen. This didn’t happen to the girls before her, but maybe it was because the worm was so big now. Soon, a tread of slime showed up on her lips and slithered down to.