She was on her feet, but still doubled over due to the post's height. Usually they slept sitting against the beam.I tugged on her arms trying to part ...hem from her ribs. As always they were secure. With a now liquid motion I checked all her bonds. Hammerlock? Tight. Head harness? Tight. Ring Gag? Mmmm, tight. I knelt down to reach her belt. Both dildos were firm. Farther down her leather ankle restraints were secure.Who ever oiled this beauty this morning did a great job. I admired her smooth. ” She was cut off mid sentence by something. It rammed her and caught me as I fell it carried me off and I saw the girl falling into the tree line. I was dropped into what looked like a nest of some sort and I felt something going into my pussy it went so deep that it pried open my womb and started injecting me with I think were eggs then she flew off I curled into a ball because I felt so full. Then I heard cracking inside of me I felt something soft and slimy slide out of my pussy. It then. Just before waking I was dreaming about being back in the Oval Office. Jennifer was still alive and we were heading out to some function, or another. Jen looked stunning in a gown designed just for her, and we were being urged to leave so we’d be only a little late.As our Secret Service guards rushed us towards waiting the limousine, the back door flew open and a gunman opened up on us, killing Jennifer and all of my guards except for one, who shot the killer to pieces before taking his finger. Two of my guys set it up along the fence line, acting as if they were repairing a fencepost. It was radio controlled and could be activated from inside the house.In the tunnel, we set ourselves up for the expected attack. Sylvia and I took prone positions with the other three kneeling behind us. Once we were ready, I used some foaming spray-on adhesive to mount a flashlight on the wall about ten feet in front of us and seven feet off the floor. If the bad guys shot at the lights, they wouldn’t.