She turned and stood, slowly, revealing first one exquisite breast, and then another. When she’d come to be fully standing, she thumbed at her tight...cotton shorts, and slowly peeled them away from her hips, sliding them down towards the floor, rocking and undulating those hips as she did. In a moment, the shorts hit the carpet, and Mrs. Larson stood before him clad in naught but a tiny red thong, made of some shiny material or other, probably silk. She swayed and danced there for a moment, just. "After enough of these encounters, we've learned how to talk to people so they'll listen. What's more, it isn't uncommon for people to seek refuge in exclusive communities. They think surrounding themselves with signs of privilege and exclusivity will protect them against the ravages of disease. Unfortunately, they didn't protect the former residents." Alright, speaking of changing plans, if you're heading here we should adapt our plans. On my way out I noticed a clinic which shut down right. “No, no. It’s my turn. You can use your tongue to clean it up. It’s quite delicious, actually,” he said, sticking his slick finger in his mouth. “I’ve never had anyone come so much.”“Anyone?” “Oh, I haven’t always been a senior chorister.” He said with a smile, as I began to lick my musty sperm off his smooth chest and pert nipples. They were inverted, but puckered so sweetly as I licked them, and he twined his hands through my longish hair. I swept my tongue across his luscious chest,. As the sun finally descended below the horizon, I couldn’t help but think if I could become strong enough to overcome what was to come.InterludeNothing but the void. Emptiness in its absolute. That was the idea behind the Void prison. And nowhere was this more evident than the eighth level of the Void prison. The second deepest level of the Void prison.This was boring, unlike the rest of my life. I always considered myself alone but I really hate this loneliness. I don’t know why but the.