Heather will be the perfect candidate for this little experiment.The agents restrain Lawson, who is growing into a tall brute. He sleptin a blue room ...nd it shows. State 12ers have little body hair, yetLawson is sporting a patch of fur on his nicely muscled chest. It'sprobably the first time in his life he has looked like a real man. Withall that testosterone flooding his system, it will be interesting tosee his response to the new Heather. His hands are cuffed and he isshoved to the floor over. Please Clara whimpers. After a few minutes the Priest pulls out his cock. You want me to stop do you Clara? Turn around and suck my cock. Taste your filth you little whore. Claras ass is on fire so she decides its better to do as he instructs then to endure more of this merciless ass fucking. Yes, Father she says as she manages to extract herself off the alter and falls to her knees. She looks at his thick cock. It has ribbons of blood on it, her blood. I cant. Its got blood on it she whimpers,. None of it was derogatory toward the nurses or Hanes, but it was ... suggestive. Kayla, listening in, could feel her face flush, but realized that the troopers were men and women letting down after a combat mission. And ... their comments about the three were doubtlessly true. It was obvious that the nurses did have plans for the young agent.Inside the Ship, Jeff's team retracted their faceplates. Art sat up on the stretcher, turned and put his feet on the deck. The nurses helped him to stand. ‘Goodnight,’ Clara responded unemotionally, turning her gaze slightly away from the laptop. She listened as his footsteps became more and more distant. When she was sure that he was out of earshot, she let out a frustrated huff. Regardless of whether she was right about Jeff, or had made some terrible mistake, Jeff’s proclivity for kind words was perhaps the worst part of this whole situation. With a determined shake of her head, Clara cast any further thoughts of Jeff from her mind and resumed.