McMahan nominated Ms. Kindle to the position. Ms. Meriwether nominated me. A show of hands elected Ms. Kindle. The vote was ninety-one to six. Ms. Dic...ens and Ms. Meriwether frowned when I voted for Ms. Kindle to be the chair. Ms. Kindle looked around at the other members of the distribution committee before giving us assurance that she knew how to run a meeting. She didn’t come out and say that she was an accomplished parliamentarian. ‘I’m a paralegal by profession,’ she began. That was good. ”I shrugged. “Don't care.“Mmm, so pussy or cock?” Orlanda asked as she and my wife reached me.“Oh, you're the guest,” said Ava. “You choose.”“Pussy,” moaned Orlanda. “I love licking a futa's pussy. There's something so fun about it.”“I agree,” I said and hiked my pencil skirt. I pulled it up my thighs and revealed my futa-cock tenting a pair of bright-green panties. My wife shook her head. “I hate this pair. They're so tacky. That color is not flattering.”“It's an amazing color,” I said and. "Deep fucking throat me bitch!' she said shoving it down my throat.She pumped it in and out, drenching it in my saliva. I thought it was more than 2 inches in diameter. There was no chance I could take something that big in my ass, I thought as she pulled it out and took her position between my legs. I cringed when I felt the plastic head press between my buns. She held it there a second, and then, I felt her moving it slightly. Suddenly, it began, a low frequency vibration that echoed through. She turned toward the audience chamber, where her day awaited.The Queen left the temple in a state of confusion. Did The Goddess reject her as an offering? She was fairly sure that her aunt had intimated that The Goddess would require an offering to assist them when the Elfen returned. But, when she offered herself up to her Goddess she was told that her people needed her more. Perhaps her aunt had found another way, a way that did not include a sacrifice. It was too confusing for she was sure,.