Black candles, many burned down to little more than stubs, guttered out a smoky glow. The plate glass windows at the front of the main room were so co...ered with graffiti that little light passed through them at all. The smell of cloyingly sweet incense hung heavy in the air. Lolling about on putrid bits of mismatched furniture were dozens of dark shapes that on occasion moved, but for the most part lay still as death. Occasionally a form would move into the available light, more than likely a. The plant doesn’t stop though, and I start crying as my now tired pussy is still stretched, and my sensitive clit flicked and rubbed and twisted. I want so badly to lay down. Then, the plant starts pulling me down. The vines outside me seem to be shortening, absorbing themselves into me, and I am pulled mercilessly to the ground until my butt and cunt lay nearly flat. Then, the roots disentangle themselves from the dirt and pull themselves up into me, and shakily I can stand. I need to see my gynecologist right away, I think!”I looked at her. “Have her run a pregnancy test, too.” The look on her face made me regret my words instantly. The look of hope was ... humbling. Part of me was sure, but I prayed anyway that I wasn’t mistsken.“I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s more of that stuff you shot up my ass, but I really feel it’s so, impossible as it is. A part of me has been wondering about Linda, too: we thought she’d ripped something during one of those all night. “Here, is there anything else you need?” “Actually, I think I want you to take off your clothes.” “Are you fucking high? Why would I do that?” “I want to see your body. You’re always shaking your ass all over the house and not wearing bras. I can always see your breasts through your shirts. Let me see what you have under your dress. You're a sexy slut, and I want to see what you're hiding under there." “If you think I’m going to undress in front of you, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m your.