"It's not a time machine."Somehow, she knew that the scene they had watched hadn't come from the far past. She had read more than her share of science...fiction and fantasy novels, but despite the claims of modern scientists that such a thing was possible the idea of a time machine had always brought to mind too many paradoxes. No, not a time machine, but something else. What it was she didn't know, but she was certainly going to find out."The window closed even before you turned the power off,". "If it weren't for the children I would have dumped him for inadequacy long ago."She was digging her own grave. No I wasn't going to kill her, but she was going to wish she were dead, and him too. I eased myself across the floor, got through the bead-curtain making almost no noise. I got myself down the stairs, out the door, and I was gone. Back at the car I made a couple of calls. Thirty minutes later a black van pulled up behind me. A big man came to my window. I lowered it."You know what to. They went into her asshole. Once they were in, I had Karen stand up.“Will they stay inside by themselves? I asked, presuming she knew I meant the balls.“They feel weird, Master.” Karen was close to giggling as she carefully gyrated her hips. “They feel nice. I hope they stay inside!”“Good. They’d better,” I warned her without voicing a consequence. “I have two more for you, as well. Open your other cock hole, cunt!” I demanded.Karen obediently opened her mouth and poked her tongue out at me. Pedro rose first. He began to learn the intricacies of American plumbing. Shortly, there was a parade of partially clad female assistance and a lot of good natured fun. By the time Gretchen chose to come out, he was alone again, shaving. This led to their most companionable time together—shaving each other's legs. Pedro had to admit, in a side by side comparison, his legs were at least as good as hers, maybe better. He hoped Gretchen found a man soon, since her thick ankles promised thickness.