You’ll thank me for all of it.”Another sob. This is so wrong. My students… the other teachers… the school president with her cat eyes and her ...ight bun-- oh God!Every muscle and fiber clenches and seems, for a moment, to point at that one little nub between my legs like so many compass needles. I climb another few notches, gasp for breath because I know I will soar and fall, it cannot be helped, he won’t stop, he won’t-The second my body’s every atom is blowing up and I’m ready to howl like an. I’ll hold it in place for you.”Tara did as I told her and I watched as the head of Will’s dick came in contact with her pussy lips, pushing them in instead of spreading them. This girl was as tight and small as Brandy, and was going to take some extra effort to keep this from being painful.“Keep easing down slowly Tara, don’t try to take too much at one time.” I told her as she pushed just a bit more down onto his dick. Will’s dick was about five and a half inches long, but was a good size. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came out of. There's a lot of complex machinery attached to it and a computer readout that says, "Clone revival complete."That's when it hits you. You're in crazy Uncle Leroy's survival compound, in the bunker he built specially for you. It included a machine that was supposed to make a clone of you (complete with all the memories you had the last time you checked in at Leroy's compound), if you ever died or. The perfect juxtaposition that made her few moments with them delicious: her self-awareness, her body warm and receptive to touch, their loss of awareness, their bodies cold and numb, her body capable of movement and manipulation, their bodies compliant, immobile and vulnerable. Vulnerable as calves caught in deep mud.She learned from their bodies and explored their bodies, grew familiar, kissing them, handling and playing with them, toying with them, pleasuring herself with them. She imagined.