" Consummate?" Chantelle asked.I reached down and caressed my clit and summoned my cock. My clit swelled and grew, transforming into my cock, I made i... seven inches, no need to frighten them with the monster I made when I raped Sister Louise. Lana stared lustfully at my cock, her objections vanished as she saw her deepest, darkest fantasy about to be fulfilled. Chantelle saw her wife staring at the cock, then glanced down at her pussy and imagined a cock there and Lana staring with that same. It had been covered by a sheet this morning.Quietly trying to make sure the chain didn't rattle she got out of bedlooking for her clothes, but they were gone along with her backpack.Laying in the middle of an ottoman she saw her pink lace pantys. Theottoman itself looked strange until she realized it was built around awagon, the pull handle laying on the floor. the thin padding didn't reachto the outer edges. Instead, at each corner was a small eye bolt thewhole thing about two foot by three. Now it was his turn, with more intensity than before he pulled her up and flipped her over. His mouth now teasing her, crashing upon hers before kissing her neck, his hand jetting down her panties feeling the warm and wetness between her legs, becoming hard at the simple touch of her pussy, he stuck two fingers into her pussy hole and she moaned, her back arching as he fingered her for several moments, every kiss of the neck made even more juice come pouring down. “God babe, you are so fucking. ”Mark then decided to throw a curveball, “What if a big city like New York decides to build multiple conversion facilities?”Jacob said, “Why would they want to do that? One facility could easily handle all their trash.”“True, but many large cities are not very traffic friendly for transporting bulk materials. They may want multiple conversion facilities outside the city limits to reduce traffic.”Jacob, Henry and the girls thought about how that might work, but before they solved that conundrum,.