My concern is to clear up the immorality and promiscuity that have been far too prevalent, and perversely covered over. So we come back to Griffith.He...is called Dasa, servant-slave, at Oikos. His body is smooth-shaven and he seems to be channeling his feminine side in a predominant way. He emerges from the shower before entering the session. His towel is wrapped around his body in womanly fashion. A towel wrapped around his head. He talks with us for a few minutes before he begins the session.. He gagged and whimpered as his latest captors moaned out their climaxes, their copious emissions splurting into his fucked-raw throat and savaged pucker. The strong metal ring-gag held his mouth open wide, preventing him from using his jaw or teeth to rebel against the sex crazed Futa nuns. Not a single muscle in his body was of any use. Gooey filth ran down his chin and taint, adding to the puddles on the floor as the women pulled their cocks free from his thoroughly abused holes.“Ahhhh, that. He continues and rams three fingers in her, then pulls them out repeatedly. she continued moaning. ah so you do like it! he said. she tried to hold her moans in. ur a bastard! ahhhhh she screams as she came hard like a waterfall almost drowning him. he swallows it all. his face all messy, he stands and looks at her. ever tasted ur own cum? how about a kiss baby? he moves the gag then kisses her deeply. she tries to bite him. oh u still have allot of fight left. that's no good. he shows her a. You have to know deep inside of yourself that in the end everything is going to be all right, that no matter what happens you are going to survive.’ As that scene slowly faded away it was replaced by the image of Dillon smiling down at her as she woke up in his arms. She began to struggle harder, pushing back against the darkness that threatened to swallow her. Danny was gone, she couldn’t have him back, but she wasn’t about to lose Dillon too. Not like this, she wasn’t going to let Justin win..