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“Yes, that would be so hot,” Henry Archer, the newest god created by the Institute of Apotheosis Research, had said only moments ago. He was answering his new girlfriend he created with his mind-control powers. The God's words echoed in Ulrich's mind. The gangbang happening in the break room masturbation of the Institute's shipping department faded from him. The God wanted his girlfriend to become like him. To receive a Halo. The Institute had created twelve of the devices. Henry had received Hairy the sixth one, the Sagittarius ring, to give him the powers to change the world. To share his enlightened teaching with the resistant masses. And he wanted his girlfriend to join him. Ulrich backed away from the fucking. The young men who worked in the shipping department had created their own chapter of the Mother Fucking Club. Ulrich's own mother, the supervisor for the department, was taking three cocks at once, transformed into a Mommy-slut the way Henry Archer had taught. He'd turned his own mother, and those of his friends, into their sluts and was expanding their club to involve other boys at their college. Six more Halos were in amateur the clean room of the shipping department. They were supposed to be sent to the new gods, men or women determined by the scryers, the twin sisters who contacted the spirit of the Institute's founder. Dr. Blavatsky, from beyond the veil, selected the new Gods or Goddesses, but... Henry Solo would know who should be a Goddess, Ulrich thought. He's a God. And this is what he wants. Ulrich knew he shouldn't act on his own, but... Henry Archer's teachings had resounded with him more than the previous Gods. He had found the one to be a follower of. And he had a chance fetish to aid his God. He turned and left the orgy behind. He marched to the clean room, his stomach twisting and turning. A cold sweat broke out across his body. He couldn't believe he was doing this. It would cause such an uproar through the Institute. He grabbed his clean suit and began to don it. Shame I couldn't make Cherry into a goddess and give her the same powers. I shuddered, my mother-slut indian nursing the last drops of cum out of my dick. John grabbed the back Riley’s head, eager to dump his load in his friend’s freshly seeded mouth. Alex looked Hairy up at his hands and they too were chained and stretched to the ceiling. Any ships caught at sea were in serious trouble, especially anything small, the only safe place was one of the well-sheltered harbours. “I know!” she squealed. Whatever was still left inside her was firmly staying put. He said nothing as I walked masturbation to my locker, opened it, and exchanged my gym bag for my school bag. Morgantown district 2nd precinct The anklet Newlyn noticed earlier completed the belly dancing ensemble. I could see the interest in his eyes. She took a break to mouth the words “fuck me” at him, urging her hips up towards him to try and coax him back into action before closing her mouth back fetish over the head of Sam’s cock polishing his sensitive skin with increased fervor. Jeff wiped it off with a rag from the case. Lara's tongue and chin were suddenly soaked and Karen's crotch slammed back down onto the mattress. Her thighs trembled with the imminence of release, but I would not give it to her. Would he show? His felt his heart pounding in his chest like it was going to burst. Finally he discarded Solo his own dressing gown, lay on Abigail, and plunged his erection into her cunt. All that time Jon was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water laughing at us. ‘Fuck does she know?’ I think to myself. Mr. Cross took charge and addressed Dirk and me. So hot and wet. My snatch clenched about him, welcoming his incestuous cock with every thrust. Samples of rectal contents were taken. She is stuttering and stammering and can't even form words to describe what is happening to her body as her own grandson takes her to sexual places she had never experienced. The pain the merciless voltage brought was something beyond words. At some point in a teenaged boy's life, he will probably look at his mother with lustful intentions. As we ate our lunch, the two girls with me tried to induce me to take them, but I resisted humorously and they took it well, despite amateur some resentment. “I was terrible.” Her fury grew. I am sure I must have moaned like a indian wounded bitch, but who cared?