”“To heal Queenie,” I answered. “My father cares about his children.”“You know that's not true. He fathered a thousand bastards. He never ...ave a fig about most of them.” Sister Stella turned her head. “Many of his children were sex slaves. Did you know that? Diane Harmon, the Bishopress of the Southeast Asia District, kept a stable of sex slaves, all daughters of Mark. She collected them and your father didn't care.”“I bet my sisters were happy,” I smiled. “Some women enjoy being slaves, and. I knew something was really wrong when the young girl I was to escort bounced up to the open door giggling about this being her first formal dance.As soon as she said that, I looked more closely at the mother and suddenly recognized her as being a society member that had been at other initiations as a witness. She flushed a very bright, red color. Apparently, this was going to be my first initiation where the girl had no idea what to expect. Her mother closed the door gently as soon as the girl. The thought crossed my mind and I actually spoke the words as the first spurt shot out of my cock and started to fill her womb, “God, I could be impregnating you right now.”As the words left my mouth they seemed to excite her even more and she whispered “that’s what I need,” and she started fucking back into me, milking all the cum from my cock. It was as if her pussy was a mouth and it just kept milking my cock for more and more cum. I never came so much in my life as I drained my balls into. It isn't intended for space. It won't even have the power to get to the moon quick enough."I was not concerned about this talk now. We were kids and building dreams. They didn't believe us anyway. The guys had been given subtle clues and even a course on antigravity. A skateboard using this principle was fantastic. The wheels didn't quite touch the ground but looked like they did. The wheels kept the unit balanced though when we shifted our weight. It was like floating on the puck used in an.