He pulled off his hood to reveal himself as RobertPatterson, a leader in the religious movement in the country. "Good morning, ladies and pretend lad...es. I am here on behalf of thewives of those of you who are here alone, the wives of men and mothersof boys all over the country, who are tired of finding that their menhave been borrowing their clothes, or doing goodness only knows whatother nasty things with clothes, or with trashy stories they read on theInternet. We're here to mete out a. In this case, his balls were slapping me on my lower back. They were pretty big balls. Later on I would study them in greater detail. His right one was a bit bigger than his left and hung lower. Each one was the size of a large lemon. So it felt nice being pummeled by those.I lay there, stroking my cock and taking all of his like a good little bottom. I was looking intently at him as he was working my hole. I was there for him to nut in. That was my purpose. I am his receptacle for. "How much did you hear?" Probably most of it," she admitted. Then she looked at Anastasia with narrowed eyes and shook a finger at her. "You have been a very bad girl." No I haven't," Anastasia pouted and then admitted. "He wouldn't let me." At least one of you is an adult and not just some horny teenager," Allison harrumphed."Do you know what it's like sitting here with this hard cock rubbing on your ass and knowing the only thing between you is a couple scraps of cloth?" Anastasia demanded.. "You're back," he said, though he didn't sound relieved. His eyes darted from side to side, but didn't settle on her. "My- my synthetic ... angel."The way he said it sent off alarms in Renee's stomach.Something's wrong."Simon... ?" she said, then winced at the dual response. "No- I mean-" I call him 'Junior, '" said the older synthetic, a wry grin on his lips. "Or 'Seven.'" Seven?" I was - I am - the sixth," he said, breaking eye contact. "I think."Renee bit her lip, then settled on her knees.