They called themselves 'The New World Order'. Their theory was simple yet revolutionary: it was clear as the sun that the more this 'feminism' and 'ge...der equality' thing got ahead and ahead, the more the country got damaged. The first female president was just the last of a century long series of events that confirmed this theory, at least according to their manifesto: 'the real purpose of a woman'. The illegal slavery had naturally raised this much to balance the problems created by feminism. My pussy too was adjusting to a bevy of four fingers from the outrageous sod above me. Geez he had the speed going, it was a great finger fuck. I was so wet. I was squelching out moisture and it was seeping down my perineum to lube my arsehole, which was really enjoying an amazing anal buggering now.My pussy was like a carnivorous orchid, needing meat. I was about to tell the swarthy bastard to DP me, but the tall guy under me, went arse to pussy, the dirty dick. In my sexual heat I embraced. ‘That was no dream sweetheart,’ I boast running my hand down her back. She closes her eyes and grins mischievously. ‘I’m not finished with you yet,’ I remind her softly. ‘I can’t,’ she counters, ‘ I have nothing left. I need water.’ She reaches for the water in a pathetic effort of exhaustion. ‘Wow,’ I laugh at her, ‘you really are done aren’t you?’ She nods her head pouting. ‘That’s too bad,’ I tease, ‘we haven’t even gotten to my favorite part yet.’ I run my right hand down her back and over. Taylor would be a challenge. She was 15, the oldest of the group, a little taller than he thought most 15 year olds would be, and had virtually no breasts. Her chest was as flat as the day she was born and her nipples and areolas had apparently not grown to any degree either. She was very self conscious about this, and sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs closed, kept her arms folded across her chest as John neared."Did you look at yourself, Taylor?" John asked."Kinda," was the brief.