Or girlfriends if you're so inclined," she added as she locked eyes with the slender blonde who was still naked.She glanced at her clipboard to refres... her memory. "Miss Ellsworth, we are not here to admire your skimpy bush. Now, move your tight ass!"Madison smiled sweetly as she slowly turned, picked up a pair of French cut white panties and leaned far enough that she barely flexed her knees as she stepped into the leg openings. She took her time pulling them up, giving Beverley a clear and. ..although she was still aware of the intrusive eye of the camera on her red wet ass, she knew it would be Sir’s eyes later and she would be rewarded for her obedience, she kissed His cock bringing her lips to the tip then sliding them down the side, kissing His legs and upwards she found her way to His ass, pushing her head down and her ass up, she knew that the camera caught the beads hanging down from her ass, still Sir's juices flowed steadily down her legs...onto her bed...she ran her. They couldn't. Even if they could they wouldn't want to. Interestingly no-ones surveys were exactly the same. It seemed to adapt on the fly according to your previous answers as no-one had exactly the same questionnaire.Life carried on mostly as normal, but there were some changes. There was no more crime. Police forces disbanded and found new jobs. Every government joined the UN, and eventually the UN became the only ruling body. Still no-one knew what the source of the channel was. All they. Through the fog of oxygen deprivation I heard: "Don't you dare die on me, Bobby Torrence! I didn't put all this fucking trouble into you just to have you drown on me. Don't you dare!"I realized that I was on a float in the middle of the lake, and Tabby was kneeling beside me while Mr. Langston floated next to me, giving me light chest compressions to help me breathe. I also, as the fog cleared, realized the voice screaming at me belonged to Tabby. What the hell was she screaming about, I.