“Oh God,” she hissed. And the same thought flowered in my head as I felt Justine grip my newly-erect cock and pull it down into her mouth. I slowl... lowered my head until my mouth was right over Justine’s knickers. The thick white slime of my spunk was a protective shield for the delicate female flesh underneath but I wanted what was underneath, so placed my mouth and licked and sucked my neighbour’s crotch clean, just as she had instructed. I very nearly gagged as my slimy, salty spunk. Well, fast forward two years, and the success of the movie led todiscussions of a TV show to act as a sequel to the movie, and I havemanaged to get my hands on the plot for the first proposed season.The season would open with the two men struggling with the fallout of theevents of the movie, and as the season would progress, the audience wouldsee Joe fighting an inexplicable depression that even his new bridecouldn't seem to make any better.Meanwhile, Jack Lemmon's character "Jerry" was even. Please.” I humped her harder now, knowing that she was truly captured now, not that there was much room for doubt with this whole business.I could read both her thoughts and Madeira’s throughout the encounter, and damn, if Sarah wasn’t truly falling for my lovely futa bride as well as me! The love for me was a given, and the more my power and emerging godhood became apparent, the more I was able to relax and enjoy that fact. Now, more and more, I could appreciate the idea of my lovers falling. This was real. She was lead by the woman in the orange collar (Goats. I got that from the web site too) and then her arms were tied, and she was laid on her stomach on the table and slid up into the machinery. A minute later we heard a loud "Whock" sound as the blade fell, and saw her head fall into the basket.I remember thinking that this was the ultimate reality play right here in front of me, and I would have peed if I had anything in me.Then very carefully, the guy operating the Guillotine.