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“Gaia really needs to broaden her palette. Too many browns and greens. Oh, close your mouth, son. You were pulling pretty hard, and your daughter didn’t want me around while that mechanical woman talked to her, so I figured I’d pay you a visit. Besides, Gaia is working her over while she slumbers.” Lyden’s mouth was not hanging open! He knew this wasn’t really his father. His father’s soul still resided in the cursed blade, Murasame. This was merely a shadow cocksucking of the real one. But a shadow was more than he’d had cock for two decades. Either way, he needed to get that sword back from Marchosias. “Do you know what’s going on with my kids?” Lyden Slave asked, knowing that the old man was a permanent fixture in his daughter’s head and would be aware of what had happened to her. Shemhazau’s grey eyes pierced Lyden, sizing him up. sissy He knew it was going to be bad if the man who had almost no morals hesitated to speak of what he knew. “You’re going to want to sit down for this.” “I think I’m going to be sick,” Sheila said as she got up from the couch and walked away from her master. She’d joined them as soon as she could fall asleep to help him heal, and walked in on her master’s father explaining what was going on. Her kids! Her poor, poor kids! Incest! Rape! Torture! Mind controlling ants… And her daughter was pregnant by the monster that’d raped trainer her. Our five lucky winners should make their way to the stage. How was your meal at the hospital…? He marveled at the large but firm masses of erotic flesh. Veins showed faint beneath the slightly darker skin, stiff flesh firm and utterly rigid as his shaft pointed upwards. Gracie was having the time of her cocksucking life. The whole time my pussy was tingling from the pleasure that was coming from my back ass. Things I had always wanted to ask a girl (not just Rebecca) but also personal details about her life at home. He had killed his dad, and now his mom's memory of the man trainer she had pledged to love. I got off all I possibly could from it at cock one time and placed my palms flat on my stomach. It took us sissy both by surprise! They told me if not for the Slave blood from the cut over my eye they almost thought I was a statue.