"CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crew and containment," Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dark suits with combat boots. "I was able to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the window." As the men and women came down, she watched and blinked, taking pussy in the sight. It was so foreign to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to agree and she followed him back to the truck. "He... also said that 'my kind' hadn't existed here in a long time,' I don't know what he meant," she explained. Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her kind which left Mister O somewhat baffled, "I don't know. Do you experience anything outside of the norm? Example, a buzzing in your mind, or second sight like visions, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘your kind’ might be. Anyways, if we can't figure it out now, it'll have to wait until we find Madelyn, we're already three days behind." Daisy juicy shook her head a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. "I don't think so..." she said quietly and tried to orgasm think of anything different she might have felt both in her life and just blowjob in the last few days. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. "No, of course. That's what's important right now." Chapter 4 - Family Reunion Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small abandoned town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his forties and had gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, "My blue angel arrives." Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed pair of men with one others in the driver seat and another riding shotgun. She sperm looked tired and upset. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she hadn't slept so well in days. No one would talk to her and tell her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they'd say was that she was important. She'd been taken from her empty family home by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and poor girls forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She'd been forced to strip naked and be examined multiple times. I loved that he didn’t even try to cover my boobs back up at all, instead he was grabbing and squeezing them making me moan in his mouth like he was moaning in mine. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could keep suckling. “That should be plenty of blowjob time. “I’m a bad student,” I moaned out loud while his cock was deep inside my pussy. “Can we do it again before we go home?” My pussy's ache swelled. I could tell from the quality of her blow pussy job she was distracted. The pain in her cunt made her head fly up and she screamed. Aimee couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes, as the grown man's cock pushed against his shorts . . . They sperm sifted through orgasm the channels before settling on an old 80’s comedy. Over these past few months, I've watched you make love to April and Julie like I've never seen anybody make love, and I've seen what your lovemaking does to them. I need to feel juicy beautiful before going out again. He slid two fingers into her tight hold and began thrusting in and out. "How do you feel about your Mistresses?"