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Heaven is real. Bath time over, there was a minor problem with clean clothes. I would be damned if I was going to be naked while being debriefed by Sheila and the Society. Darlene was a mind reader. She made a quick exit and returned a few minutes later with my razor, a pair of cargo pants and a lumberjack-style red and black flannel shirt, along with a fresh change of socks and underwear. I smiled to myself when I noted she had thoughtfully included a pack of hand-rolled cigarettes, Bic lighter, and a toothbrush. Seraina fared better than I had in big the clothing department. A fresh change of clothing provided by StarShine sat ready and waiting. I examined my clean-shaven face in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. My mouth and body felt clean for the first time in a week. Glancing at my wristwatch, I noted we still had twenty-five minutes to grab something to eat and drink before show time. Our drivers were on each side of me as I followed Seraina, Darlene, and StarShine to the kitchen. I used a slice of warm homemade bread to soak up the last of the venison stew from my third serving and blowjob pushed the empty bowl to the middle of the table. "That was absolutely fantastic. I had almost forgotten how wonderful real food tastes," I said, wiping my oral mouth with a white linen napkin. I said a silent prayer of thanksgiving as I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Life was good except for the parts that sucked. "Smoke fast, we don't want to be late," the driver with rust-colored hair advised. Sheila waited for us at the door of the media and entertainment center located in the back corner of the ground floor. Obviously, the Society had spared no expense when they’d built the cabin and the indoor amphitheater. Arranged in a half circle around an elevated stage at the bottom of the well were four tiers of comfortable movie-theater-style seating. Several huge ultra-high definition flat screen televisions dominated the back wall. Judging by the Society of Sister's logo displayed on the primary screen, one of the women in Hardcore the colony was an excellent artist and graphic designer. The pastel pink and red image of two nude women holding hands in front of a flower blossom rendered in the style of Georgia O'Keeffe floated in the center of the black screen. Lush maroon colored carpeting covered the floor, and indirect lighting fixtures on the walls and ceiling of the hall provided illumination. The soft murmur of conversation from the two-dozen women in attendance descended into silence as Sheila led Alice and me down the aisle toward a white oak conference table in the middle of the stage. Three leather bound executive office chairs faced the audience from behind the table. Microphones and nameplates sat in front of each seat. My assigned seating was to the left of Sheila's chair at the center. The presence of two video cameras did nothing to calm our nerves. We exchanged nervous glances as we took our seats on the stage. Sheila took her seat and centered her legal pad she on the table in front of her place. She studied the blank pad for a moment before placing two black gel pens on the right side of the tablet. She carefully positioned the pens to be perfectly parallel with each other and the pad of paper and repeated the process with two #2 yellow pencils on the other side of the pad before placing a hand-carved wood gavel on the notepad. It was my guess Sheila was probably not a very lucky poker player; she had too many obvious tells and giveaways. tits When you can read a player's unconscious body language, it was like playing poker with the cards face up on the table. The need to precisely control personal space was indicative of someone toilet trained at gunpoint. 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"You're the first man blowjob I've had in 5 years, if my wife finds out I'll catch hell but you were fun, thank you." He squeezed my large boobs piled against the floor. Ann sat on the bed with Paul next to her, Sophie sat on the other side of the bed and all three facing me standing up right at the foot of oral the bed. Then we had to turn around and walk all the way back. “How does big this feel?” he asked, playfully sticking the tip of his cock into my inner lips. I can just imagine the look on Mac’s face when he saw her standing there in the doorway before grabbing him to pull him into the room and closing the door behind him. I ask him why not. “No.” Radiant Gertrude moved to Zanyia, healing the swollen knot on the lamia's face. I phoned my friend Paul McCormick and we were able to get together for lunch at a family restaurant near his office. I wanted to be with them. A landing spot! We had scarcely arrived, when my wife and daughter ran for the ocean, leaving me momentarily behind to set up our beach blanket and towels. Many even have two." I came out a few minutes later and told Ethan that I liked them all. Say's Jordan, as he ravages my granny from behind. She licked every inch of it, then sucked on my balls as she stroked my shaft.