I can't be in one place for too long.***“He is doing it! He is pushing more eggs inside of me!” Karen exclaimed.It is clear that the pod has devel...ped more eggs and right now it is pushing some of them inside Karen's pussy, completing the job it started earlier. She looks properly pregnant now. Karen is referring to the pod as “he”. Maybe I should do the same.This irresistible need I have to move around, was the key to develop a new theory about the purpose of the eggs. It is so obvious. I. . I got absolutely soaked, even to my socks and shoes. I didn’t see how wet any of the ladies got, until we were being pulled out of the boat.Not only was Princess’ shirt wet, her nipples looked rock hard. Stuart looked flustered. Peter, on the other hand, whispered to her and she pulled her shirt away from her chest. All the guys within sight of this were hooting and hollering at her. A few phone cameras came out, I hoped she did her best to correct the ‘problem.’Fortunately, it was still warm. Thankfully there was park in the middle of town that I could cut through and shave 10 - 15 minutes off the journey. Unfortunately the place was badly lit and generally terrifying. But the fear of ****, murder or just a mugging meant you got through there pretty quickly! :PThis night though something else was lurking amongst the potential r****ts / thieves / axe maniacs something else was lurking!I finished work at 1230 as usual and began the trip home. It had been an easy night and my get up of. He felt weak and keptdrifting out of consciousness. He knew he was chained but was aware oflittle else. Sometimes he could feel people lifting and moving him.Other times he was spoon-fed but had little ability to chew or swallow,even these simple tasks required too much energy. There were things inor on his body but they were more pressures than pains. Clearly he wasbeing drugged. His only real conscious thought was that he could makeno sound, not even a moan.===The blindfold was off; he was.