.. smiling. He's the architect of all this. This pain, this humiliation and degradation, this house, this hatch, Dominique -- they were all part of a ...arefully designed plan, a hideous fucking machine with one purpose: to take the darkest and most filthy fantasies from the rotten old man's brain--fantasies that have grown and festered in his deranged mind for a lifetime--and make them reality. At the heart of it all was a list which churned the gears of this dreadful machine forward. It was a. "Dr. Johansson went on to tell me that my wife's heart was able to be given and transplanted to a mother of four kids whose husband was currently overseas serving in the Air Force. A woman came up with her four kids ranging in ages from 15 to 8. She was crying tears of joy and when she opened her shirt to show me the scar she had running down her chest more tears fell from my eyes and we hugged. Or at least I hugged, she sobbed and held onto me like I was her savior. I was offered a stethoscope. I whisper in your ear "Your my toy tonight, you do not touch me until I tell you it is ok". I feel your hard cock in your trousers poking into me and I know how excited this is making you. I stand up and grab you by your shirt, pulling you to your feet. I sit on the chair and lift one of my legs up to the desk, so you can see my wet glistening pussy clearly. You lick your lips and move forward. I stop you, "sit back down, you can look but you cannot touch". I slowly bring my hand down my. Melena escapes capture a third time, and saves Oorla in the process. I have made the Hunters look incompetent yet again.16 - ThirdOnly when the threat of immediate capture subsides do I realize Oorla and I are clinging to each other as intimately as lovers, offering what mutual reassurance we could through these moments of greatest threat. Her arms wrap round my neck. Mine encircle her back, and our thighs are intertwined.Her face is inches from mine. We’d only have to extend our necks to kiss..