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Trained, chained cousinsThe girl let out a whooshing sound, grabbing her belly and flying backward away from her hysterically sobbing cousin. Curling up, Abbey drew her knees up to her chin, gasping for air. "When I tell you to do something, you do it!” Abbey nodded her head, rolling around slowly to her knees and standing up shakily. She moved around and faced Brother Geronimus. "Here, piss on this," he ordered, handing the young teen a long red scarf. Abbey took the garment, staring questioningly at him. But she knew she had better do as he said. Squatting slightly, turning from the men and feeling her cheeks burning, the girl urinated freely on the scarf. She felt the hot oily piss trickling over the material, soaking through and wetting her fingers. Betty watched open-mouthed. "Good, very good," Geronimus said as he took the scarf and halved it, turning to face Doug. "You stink. But you don't stink as much as you're going to.” With that he took the garment and shoved it into the de-programmer's mouth. Doug groaned, coughing and choking as the smell-reached his flaring nostrils ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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