The rules are simple: each of the chosen, handpicked few will be immune to aging, disease, pain, injury, anything of that sort. None else will be, ala..., until or unless we decide otherwise. The idea is that sixty-nine total humans will become prophets or priests of the spirit guides, as it were. You’re the leader, though, the head honcho.“Whenever you’ve chosen these sixty-eight disciples or acolytes or whatever you wish to call them, a red mark or symbol will appear somewhere on their buttocks. ”“Fun?” I asked through a mouthful of brownie.“I feel like I went to Disneyland and rode all the rides or something,” said Harper. “And I didn’t have to wait in line.” She grinned.“I’m relieved you feel that way,” said Hannah.“You said it would be better next time,” said Harper. “Did you mean it? I mean will there be a next time?”“Of course,” said Hannah. “The time will come that you’ll meet someone and everything will click and it will be wonderful.”“I meant with Bob, Mom,” said. "Suck that fuckin' cock you fuckin' faggot" I heard Tony say to Joe. It was then I got up and went into our bedroom and as quickly as I could, I changed into a black sheer bustier with straps, black stockings which I attached to the bustier and a pair of black ankle strapped stiletto heels and then returned to the living room. Joe had now gotten off his knees and was sitting on the sofa with Tony leaning over and sucking Joe's cock with equal enthusiasm. "Oh fuck yeah" I heard Joe say "Suck. While kissing, she came to sit on top of me. The moment my dick slid in her incredibly warm and already incredibly wet pussy, it felt like heaven fell down on me. She started to ride me. I forgot to do anything. I just had my hands glued to her ass. My heart was pumping.She moaned silently into my ear. Steadily, she went faster and faster. This went on for minutes, constantly increasing in speed, until she came with one extremely long sigh. "Come", she then said. She got off me, got the couch.