Give me pleasure whore, and I might reward you."Altan flushed with shame, and tried to turn away. But he was seized, and a kiss was forced on his help...ess lips. The man was too strong to resist, and he was compelled to accept the man's kisses, the man's tongue penetrating his mouth, as the organ penetrated his maidenhood. The warrior seemed to be all over him, his organ and tongue penetrating, his hands caressing and fondling. He gasped at the violating penetrations unable to fully believe what. Nothing is wasted. What little is left is ground up very small and then kiln dried, then it's ground again into a fine, grey, powder. It is sold as blood and bone fertilizer." My God!" Helen gasped."Spike boasted the mixture would defy analysis. The slaughterhouse is cleaned and sterilized. Ma Butcher can make us disappear without a trace."Helen sighed."Pigboy does the slaughtering and butchering. He's a mute half-wit, says Spike, and an enthusiastic bisexual necrophiliac," added Mark.Helen. “Good morning Susan, you’re looking nice today, as you can see I’ll need a bit more attention today. Did you have a good weekend? Come and tell me about it.”Reluctantly Susan walked around the desk and stood there trying not to look at his limp cock. “Did you get fucked this weekend Susan?”She gasped and stuttered and said it really wasn’t any of his business. “Ah but that’s just it Susan, it is my business because I want to know, now come closer and tell me all about it while you stroke my. I got to talk to them a lot over the coming weeks, they were ever so friendly as they showed me the ropes, little did I know that in the days ahead, they would be showing me a lot more than that!It all started when they invited me over for a drink at their place one Saturday night, as they wanted to see what I thought of their new curtains that they had recently purchased online for the lounge, because they knew that I used to be an interior designer in my last job. ( that was their excuse.