A dark episode was about to engulf us, an episode I shall not relate here, but for those with a strong constitution I have related it elsewhere in my ...emoir "Feeding Time."After the excitement, I returned to find both spigot assemblies sewn neatly to their saddles I assumed they had been done by the nimble fingers of Manser's native girls but Msala told me she herself had done the stitching, and so all that remained was a live test.Manser brought the Giraffe, he had already strapped the saddle. “I’m going to sit on your face and force you to eat yourself out of me. Not knowing I’m bi, she wouldn’t have know that wasn’t a huge difficulty for me. She positioned herself over my mouth and before either one of us could say anything, a big glob of my pearly seed, obscenely plopped on my tongue. Mixed with her juices it was like elixir from the gods. She placed her hand on my face. “Oh, you like that huh, fucker?” I nodded like an idiot. I kept lapping up the dripping goo from her sweet. They looked just like they did before the showdown at Tesla’s laboratory. Fat, translucent slugs, immense in size and floating through an inky, black velvet sky. The majority merely hovered, long dead, husks of what they once were, floating lifeless, like ghost ships on an ethereal sea surrounding the machinery of reality. The others were on their way to the same fate.One, one stood out. It was immense. Gauging size should have been impossible here, but I knew that it was a leviathan of. She does a once over at me taking in my short chic light blonde hair with their hot pink highlights, my blue grey eyes, and my curvy figure my body stiffens from the inspection and from the cool air making my nipples hard and standing out. I smile my full lip grin at her, “Hi, I’m the new girl Katrinsas Jones could you tell me where to go?” It that’s a moment for the receptionist to recover, she flushes and lowers her lashes and looks to the side, “Uh..Um..yes Miss Jones, your office is down.