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I sat down across from Tony and put my notebook on his desk. "We have a really interesting story - it has come to us through a few reliable sources, a bizarre and intriguing situation." He clicked his mouse and stared intently at the monitor in front of him. "What is it? Vampires, ghouls? 'Tis the season..." I joked. Tony turned his monitor toward oriental me, "The place is called Banbury Cross...." He had a map up on the screen - Upstate New York. "I..." I started. "Look, I understand," he interrupted, "you don't want to go up there again, but you are the only one I can trust with this one Anna." It had been two years since my experience with the Demon of Siskitch - in Upstate New York and the very thought of returning to that part of the state made my blood chill. "I don't think we'll be dealing with anything paranormal here," he continued, "it sounds like this may be some sort of cult." The apprehension I felt instantly lifted, the majority of my academic career had focused on the psychology of cults and my masters thesis was about the interpersonal relationships that developed amongst the members of Jonestown cult. "Ok. What is the intel?" "Well, we have information that dozens of young men between the age of 18 and 25 who have passed through Banbury Cross - often with their girlfriends and sometimes with parents have refused to leave the small town after spending the night. Sometimes they disappear, sometimes they just refuse to leave. It is one of the strangest tips we have ever received. These friends and family members sometimes receive postcards or short letters from these young men, but never phone calls...." Tony threw a dossier onto the desk in front of me. I opened the package and pulled out a stack of papers. On the first page was a photo of young man, he couldn't have been more than 20. Stark black hair, a few locks hanging over his dark and penetrating eyes. It is almost embarrassing, it is so trite, but his eyes felt like they were looking into me. "Who... who... is this?" doggy style I mustered while reluctantly breaking my gaze with the young man who, given my age, could have very well asian been my son. Mathis took the photo from my hand, "Oh, that's Devin McNerra, he went to Banbury with his girlfriend, Megan something-or-rather and she said that after a night at a the local theater..." Tony rifled through his stack of papers, "... the Devil's Playhouse production of 'A Midsummer's Night Dream' they went back to their hotel room, fucked, well she said 'made love'," he flashed quotes with his fingers, "and when she woke up in the morning he was gone." A hot shiver ran through me, "How old is he?" Tony flipped a papers about again, "Says here he's eighteen." The shiver ran deeper and hotter, this time with a mighty dose of shame. Tony handed the photo back and I did not look at it, instead pushing it back into the envelope. "Take a look in there," Tony pointed to the package, "there are a shitload of 'em." I reached in and pulled out the stack of photographs. Each photo featured a young man more physically striking than the next. Ridiculously handsome features, hair flowing free but not unruly, and the eyes. Again, it is embarrassing, the eyes of each young man. Their eyes all felt like I may have known them from a dream, and not a particularly pure dream, if you know what I mean. With each photo I kept getting tingles and chills. These pictures of these bizarrely japanese striking boys were literally making me wet. Each one more than the one before. Y’know, about…” “No Sir.” “It’s when you touch yourself down there and it feels really good” I answered. That made him nervous, especially when Cindy started putting distance between them. I wouldn’t complain if you spoke like that way more often.” Our tongues darted around each other. He was getting me ready to be bred. That naughty woman. Frank was more passionate than I had ever seen him with Lydia -- probably asian because of the new partner. “If it was down to me I’d agree,” one of the guards says with a nonchalant shake of his head, “but she’s meant for special processing. “I still have some pride, Justina,” Tera hissed back, “we’ll just have to make do.” “Darling, is there anything that I can do to help you right now?” If they cooperate." My brother pushed my pullover up to my shoulders then freed japanese the clasp of my doggy style bra, exposing my back to him. He is tall, handsome, with golden hair and blue eyes, a broad chest and muscular frame. oriental “Look at you! She was exhausted and just wanted some rest. The encounter with Ron earlier had taken the pressure out of his balls but his little voyeuristic adventure had brought him on the verge of his next orgasm. After a minute of that he did he picked me right up in his arms and I wrapped myself around him. It wasn't long and I could feel Dean getting close. The drive back was lonely, snapshots of Jill, mostly nude, with me and with the others, played through my mind as I made my way down a road that seemed twice as long in this direction. This made mom moan loud in my pussy. Said Marie. The guys got off the couch and Mandy sat down and opened her legs. Resigned, she walked to Angus’ room and took the tube of lube from his bedside drawer where she’d seen it the day before and squirted a little onto her finger. I wanted to but I was afraid I'd cut my princess parts. She laughed and said that Liz’s parents are real open minded about stuff, and they even smoke pot at times. I was taken by surprise by the question and just nodded “It’s kept me alive this long,” I said. “See?” she grumbled, and then dropped the hem again.