She screamed wildly as she came. Genie seemed to be angry and slapped her: "Bitch… you clean this shit up!" He made her lick her cum off of his body... she had sprayed a lot. The guy in her asshole finally tensed up his back and dropped his full load of semen. Then Genie took her by the hair, slapped again her pretty face and threw her against a small wooden table near the window. She screamed again as he rammed her asshole. The black bastard also dropped a warm load in my wife’s butt.I thought. That resulted in her dragging him to their bedroom where they spent nearly two hours working around her swollen belly. Well, it was not exactly work, but that is the common idiom for all the effort they put into their activities.After supper, while they were still sitting at the table, Jason asked Arturo to appoint two men to act as his bodyguards, at least until this range war nonsense was over with. Arturo thought it over for a bit before suggesting that Bolivar and Jesus be the ones. Both. To a mannequin. That just wasn't going to fly with her.Her only options were to wait here for a rescue from the other SpiritGuards or to make something happen. Earlier, Tenacity thought she feltsomething with her empathokineitic sense, but no one had ever shown up.Given how battered she was she wouldn't have been surprised to find outwhatever organ it was that helped with that extra sense was somehowinjured too. With no hint that the cavalry was coming, she'd have to makesomething happen. She opened her door. '"Your kissing delivery service, madam"She scared. My smile melted her a bit. "Let us look where we might best do it".We went in. She showed me around. I scanned for a fine place to tie her up.She knew that. Pretended she did not. My mind smiled: "Classy cute teen teaser".Finally, at the attic, we entered her exercise room. "We are there, Professor Poet Peter "She nodded. "You look lovely in that dress, dear. But give me adequate access properly please.We know what you want.