." They fight over that bottle?" Hey they didn't have shit before, now they got something to fight over." Dr. Ferrier stubbed out his cigarette. "It b...eaks up the collective society, turns it into smaller teams trying to take a bigger share of that coke bottle. It's in them too, see how they fight, some of them wanting a particular hole..."But Dr. Nelson knew there was more to it than that. The tentacles had different mannerisms and designs, unique methods used to fuck each girl, preferences. The ceiling was a single, square wall-to-wall mirror.She knew of only one door. It was almost invisible when closed. When it opened, her heart would leap with sudden electricity. She never knew who or what might cross the threshold to her silent cell of sexuality. But she knew there would be yet another opportunity to serve her Mistress. That certainty never failed to moisten the lips of her swollen sex.She had been in here for days now. She only had left the room to visit the bathroom, where. "We're probably going to get stuck in the Program soon, so we'd like to see what it's like", Ken said. With that, Ken made a production out of undressing Susan, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, and taking it off. He did the same thing with her shorts. With no undies, she was nude. He carried her to the "free fuck zone" wall, unzipped his fly, and pulled his hard dick out. "May I?" he asked, Susan looked at me, and I winked at her. "Sure", she told him, and he sank his 8-inch rod into her.Carrie. She was barefoot and smiling. little more than a child I thought at first."By damn," she said quietly, setting down her lamp and opening the small door so it shone on me, "them bastids wasn't lying."She walked right up to me, her face about chest high, looked up and said, "I'm Lula." Then she opened my foreflap like it was a most ordinary thing to do, pulled out my limp member, caressed it gently and took its head in her warm mouth. She licked and sucked a bit while she kneaded my stones and.