She never says anything. Just let’s it happen. This room last about a hour. And she is carried to the next. She is laid down on the floor. No ropes ... The first man pushes her legs back to her head and pounded away, the second rolled her over flat on her belly and slammed her hard, third doggie style and so on. She was put in many positions over the next 3 hours. She passed out many times from exhaustion. The men didn’t care. She was just a warm wet hole for their cocks. She dreamed about. As they gathered the colonel began giving instructions. Those who were not already in their electrified clothing—many had switched to more abbreviated attire for daily wear—were to don it immediately; "it will provide some grounding in case of lightning strikes," the colonel explained. "They must be activated, though. Do so if I call; I will warn the Edenites first." The suits would indeed save lives, but in a way the colonel never envisioned.Within twenty minutes he had gathered them into a. I only knew that it was him,because I recognised his voice. Wearing that wig,and makeup he looked more like a young Selina Gomez."I bet His dick's hard!" Jimmy said."If It is,then I want to suck his cock first!" Scott giggled."Not so fast,Scotty! Welcome, David, to the very first F.F.B.C. meeting!" Stevie announced."F.F.B.C.? What the fuck are you talking about,Stevie?" The Fabulous..." he giggled."Fem..." Scotty intoned,and pulled at the two dangling earrings clamped to his nipples."Boys...". Mara was curious about his family (Omar was Muslim, and he had two wives, and nine c***dren that he had fathered between them), and seemed proud to show off some photos of them on his phone. I came and stood close enough to look over Mara's shoulder as Omar flicked through several dozen images showing his two wives, and of his nice c***dren. Though they lived in a village, and were by no means wealthy (he often had to work as a migrant laborer in other countries in order to make ends meet), his.