. fulfilled.”“Oh, I know some girls on campus that would run colors if they heard you say that...”“Yeah, they’re out there. But I think that...what WE do is adulthood. What they do is that grade-school ‘boys are ICKY’ crap.” She smiled. “And you need ME to be part of the Community. You marry into it. I’m a necessity. You’re an accessory.”“How totally sexist,” I laughed.“Laugh. But it’s true.”“It probably is. This place is an odd matriarchy. And I don’t mind being a minor accessory as long as you. The rules are simple. The first contestant to find the hidden treasure wins the game. Inside the hidden location will be the one million dollar check and as soon as the location is found and the check is in hands of the winning contestant the contest is over.However, between the contestants and the treasure will be the hunters, which consist of both female and male hunters. The females all are equipped with a strapon of personal preference while the male hunters are equipped with nothing but. She was almost glad she wasn't with him - she knew no matter how much effort she'd put in he'd still find her lacking. Being hundreds of miles away afforded her the luxury of texting back a simple 'happy birthday' followed by an assortment of emojis. She’d reached the point where trying any harder would feel like an invitation for criticism.But he was still on her mind as she walked to the bathroom. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of the previous night. The way Abel had watched her. His cock. Taking up position behind her, I coiled her hair in one hand and dragged her back against me with the other, forcing her breasts further into prominence as I speared into her delicate flesh. Her eyes, reflected in the mirror, were filled with venom, showing me her true regard for the situation, even as my mother's heated, soaked, and clasping vagina rippled around my length.Again, Liira stepped in. "Excellent work, my son! This harlot's flesh finally responds to your ministrations. Now, as you.