Now, I needed the fetish freaks, the weird ones so that I could milk a few more years out of my body.Which still held up.My tits were fake, but I doub...ed anyone else could tell.I looked good.I worked on my exit plan all these years. I'd saved, knowing eventually I'd need to retire. But it was like being a professional athlete, I'd prepared for the end...But I wasn't ready.Where else would I be able to arrange for a group of cultists to fuck me as their captive?And hey, the snakes they said. " I replied. As my Great Auntie turned her head back to the road she looked to her left & lifted her foot off the accelerator pedal, in front of us was a fenced off area with a netball post, the car had slowed quite a bit as my Great Auntie had spotted a group of girls warming up to play netball, dressed similarly in their P.E. kits, most of the girls wore a Bottle green tee-shirt with a Royal blue skirt, pleated at the rear with a flat front panel & black socks, & black plimsolls, the other. I'll talk to you later." Hiromi, who by now wasthrough eating her hot dog, watched as Gabrielle left the cafeteria.*****Gabrielle had a great deal of work to do. Before Agent Ripley met withthem, the Swan Song committee would first have a meeting without theundercover agent. It was scheduled to take place at 1600 hours, to allowplenty of time for arguing before Ripley showed up.It was Gabrielle's job to see that all those invited were aware of thepreliminary meeting. She was also given the task. She also copied and pasted a big section after Master initially dropped her into trance so it would be like getting the programming twice. Brenda’s grin stretched ear to ear. She sat for the next forty minutes, watching her mom until finally her eyes opened and she smiled. “So? How was it?” Brenda asked. “Oh my God,” her mom exclaimed. “I feel wonderful. It was like this deep, blissful nap. I can see why you recommended it. I kind of want to do it again.” "Knock your self out,” said Brenda..