Lisa lowered her hand and gasped when she located her target, a hefty sack, containing a pair of huge balls and a reservoir of baby butter. “You’v... been working overtime, haven’t you?” she asked, a smile filled her face, “Maybe you’ll breed me this time? We have to get it right if we want to repopulate the world.”No answer came, instead the huge rod pulsed in her hand. “Wait a minute,” She commended, “I want to make sure we get it right, I want to tease you to the point you can’t hold it. . young, tingling with excitement and arousal. Sarah didn't wait."Jill ... show Mark how grateful you are," she said, a thrillingly firm edge to her voice.She must have remembered me telling her about my pleasure in sucking cocks, and knew I would understand. This would be the first time since Ben, and the morphine binge that had sent me to Margaret ... I blanked my mind to the past, and dropped to my knees in the straw, in front of the youth. My hands followed the timeless ritual, unbuckling. Her face was devoid of all emotion, but a sense of sadness, almost despair, flowed over me.“I’m sorry,” I said. “What is happening?”She gave a very weak smile. “Magic has gone out of the world,” she said flatly. “There was a time that I could draw power from almost anyone at any time– and I don’t mean the life force that I draw out during sex.” Her voice became slightly louder and somewhat shrill. “People used to believe in me!” she said loudly.After looking around to see if anyone had heard. On the back wall was an industrial sink and pintsized cans of paint. A couple gallon cans as well, the drippings on one showed it to be white paint. The other had yellowish clear drips. Sizer. Also a gallon can of turpentine. A table beside the sink held several slim paint brushes of various sizes. Some rested in what looked like tall mugs. There was a door at the middle.“My darkroom,” Joe explained. “Shots of the models but also some art photos I do.”Heavy drops of rain began pounding on the.