The king’s perfect body would shake off any ordinary poison. The only way to kill the king by poison was to use a DNA modifier especially formulate... to remove his resistance to poisons. That combined with a common, slow acting poison would kill the king within a day. They might find traces of the poison, but once the transformation was complete it would be almost impossible to detect the modified DNA, let alone trace its origin.Shumara knew an old hag who sold black market DNA modifiers. A. Candy shook as she stepped out of her panties and let her bra fall. As Beth kissed her pelvic region, candys breathing quickened. No longer thinking, Beth followed her sexual instinct. She's fantasized about being with a woman, but was too nervous to try. The images of Candy with another woman pushed her over the edge. Now doing what she wanted done to her, Beth kissed the insides of Candys thighs. As her vagina moistened Candy pulled at her nipples. Reaching down, Candy spread her legs and. Janet released the pulsing cock from her mouth and, holding the glass under the red, engorged head, started to milk it in slow, rhythmic strokes.The combination of the slow wanking and the deep thrusting of Sarah's cock was too much for Dave to hold back his stream of spunk, despite the tight cock ring he still had in place.Janet watched, fascinated, as long strings of hot spunk jetted into the glass she held under the pulsing cock. Her other hand was almost subconsciously rubbing her itching. "Lonely."The Berkley Institute for the Blind had been many things over its eighty-year history. Previously a fire-station, it was now home to a drop -in and resource center for the visually impaired as well as offering a volunteer service for those living with or coming to terms with the condition. Apparently, Heather had worked there ever since she was fifteen.Holding onto my arm, she led us both into the reception area where an older lady with a grey poodle perm flecked with white sat behind.