Memories. I was pushed back in my plush chair as my jet passed supersonic and the ramjets kicked in. My mind returned to the Judgment of 8240. It was ...ittle more than three years ago, but it seemed like a lifetime of political maneuvering. My wife Shephatiah was urging me seize every opportunity to become Cunif Califar. My beautiful, brilliant wife Shephatiah, is she a prophetess? After three years of intense work to weaponize the holographic science, her original insight has proven to be so. The sensation causes you to shudder and let out a soft moan. You begin to trace the outline of my cock with your finger tips through my boxers causing me to tense for a sec. You grinned and leaned in to me as I slip my hands underneath that tiny black band of your panties and slip them to the floor. You push my boxers down and push me back on the bed in a sitting position. Your hands wrapped around my neck just barely above my cock that ached so bad for attention. You whisper between heavy. Claire was helped up by an Asian girl a little older than Olivia, wearing light blue pajamas that made her look much younger. She led Claire over to a chair, sat her down, and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Claire grinned and reached down to cup her own crotch, which was perhaps a little sore from the treatment it had just received.“Next up we have Calamity,” said The Blonde. “Calamity, are you here?”Up to the mat strode a woman who was somewhat on the older side — her long brown. I don’t have a solution.” She stood up and started walking over to me. She looked at my crotch and said, “Oh, I think you have a plan, and I think that plan was to blackmail me. Your plan was to blackmail me into doing sexual things to you." Then she took her hand, untied her robe and let it fall open. I looked at her and the robe was open to the point where I could tell she didn’t have a bra on. She did have a pair of white thong panties on. She stood in front of me, teasing me with her sexy.