What especially hurt is that my sister knows I could die in here, and she doesn't care. Sure, my sister and I haven't been on great terms growing up, ...ut deep down I still loved her. Even after she shat in my mouth, I still loved her. The fact that she doesn't care if I die stung deeply. I started crying. Ms. Stone saw me crying and pressed the button. The dildo shot an inch forward, painfully filling me with its mass. The penetration jolted me out of my thoughts and I looked at Ms. Stone, who. And never get confused. When I stopped to think about it, I'd have to admit to being a little scared of the power she could wield over humanity and the environment. I know we promised to 'stop' her if she ever exhibited anti-social behavior, but I didn't think we could.Fortunately, she was on the side of the angels."Io," I said, after her update on the kidnapping plot, "what are this guy's – Reodondo, right? – other businesses? Is there some way we can get to their books?" Well, he runs some. I have many projects that I wish to work on while I’m here. I would probably be better off with my own accommodations,” she told him.“One of my female cousins has a residence and often takes in women for me if she likes them,” he said with a grin.Prue nodded, “I would need a room I can turn into my laboratory, and I would pay the extra.”Sandie believed he might be able to accommodate her. He put out his hand and felt his desire rise again. “Damn woman, you have a very strange effect on me,” he. Three…..then four fingers from each hand inside her white bitch cunt trying to pull herself apart in her self abusive ecstasy. Her body was shaking violently, the towel beneath her wringing wet as she lost control of her bladder, using her wet fingers to tear her bumhole apart, her hands frenzied in their movement between, arse, mouth, cunt, mouth ,nipple ,cunt, arse mouth. Fucking filthy white trash whore.She closed her eyes, listening as her breathing steadied back to a soft sigh, then looked.