And whadaya know, he started getting messages. It was a watershed moment for Foster. How could he have lived so long without exploring the reaches of ...he internet? He started to get to know people, and nobody cared what he did or didn't do for a living, they just knew that old Foster311 was a blast to chat with, that he was fun and witty, that he always had a good piece of advice or a kind word if you needed it.It was on one of these message boards that he met Jessica French. They started. Jameson's terms, and she knew what that meant. Mr. Jameson didn't want a simple admission of guilt. He wanted her to tell the story of what she had done. He wanted details. He had trusted Jennifer as he trusted very few employees, and was now certain that she had betrayed that trust. He demanded that she tell him exactly how she had carried out her crimes. If she held back anything he would know it, and that would be the end.It was after 10:00 before Jennifer had her emotions well enough under. Her face, too, was marked with her rage. “First, we have to make sure he is defrocked and alone. Then we kill him.”“It may be too late for either,” Serin suggested, her face showing her own unease. “I kneel to Tyln but I’m not a fanatic about it. I believe there is room for the entire pantheon – but recently the church has been pushing Tyln as the only true god. I ... I listen and share the platitudes, but I just ignore the rhetoric. I assumed it was some squabble amongst the gods themselves. I am going to help prepare you for what is coming next.” Kelly stood up and walked around behind Sandra as the last two men stood in front of her. Their cocks in their hands as they began to jerk off over her face.The mystery of what Kelly was doing was answered when she felt her hand pushing its way between her lips. Biting back the pain as 3 fingers, then 4 pushed their way into her pussy. The cum acting as an effective lubricant. With a pop Sandra felt the whole of Kelly’s hand enter her,.