“You may get the chance to earn that. What about those two?”“Sweetie”, said the one on her left, in a childish and shaking voice.“No-one has...named this thing, exalted lady. This thing is sorry.”“Time for the bidding, toys. I’m a pilgrim on the Way and I bring you pain, shame and submission. What will you trade for it?”“I’ll receive thirty lashes with a smile on my face, if it pleases the exalted lady”, said Sweetie.“This thing will stay still as it is cut and pierced”, said the nameless. You are surprised, eh? Skinny little slut -- this thing is not for men, nyet? Only for women? Only for fingers and tongues?" No!" Leticia gasped. "I have... men..." Huh," Boris grunted. "Not many. Not often. This pussy -- no stretch! No problem -- Boris stretch it for you..." He was, too! The blunt head was mostly in and he was rocking back and forth, taking advantage of his foreskin to slide the hard flesh beneath back and forth in small increments, slowly defeating the nibbling muscles of her. He stared down at it in awe. He smiled down at the sleeping baby. Sitting on the couch, he gently touched the tiny hands, feeling its satiny skin."It's so small... " he breathed.Jen watched as he leaned over and softly kissed the baby's cheek. She nearly burst into tears from the breathtaking sight. Her maternal instincts, which were already going in mock speed from the baby's presence, went crazy watching this. He's gonna be such a good daddy, she thought. He looked up at her staring at him,. ‘Greetings and salutations,’ he said and gave a slight bow. ‘We need to talk in private, would you mind accompanying me to the headquarters?’ Ladybug gave a weak nod as she extended her hand. Before she could blink her eyes she was sitting on top of a floating Buddhist temple overlooking the Fight Club and the surrounding area. Her battle avatar and the secretary were missing. Before she could ask any questions the white-suited man spoke up. ‘I’m sure you have many questions, so I’ll try to.