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Seven-hundred women I could save just by giving myself up. Could I do it? Could I enslave myself to save hundreds I didn’t know? How many thousands would Office die if I put myself in the control of a tyrant? What would he do to me?! “I…” Lucilla gulped, “I have to get them out, Julia. If I don’t try something, I won’t be able to live with myself.” “You can’t,” I replied, feeling numb, “after what Telavia did, he’ll be expecting it from you.” “I still have to try.” Lucilla whispered. She sat in silence for another moment. “I think,” she finally said, her voice void of emotion, “I think you can give me my final rites now.” “Lucilla…” “No,” she said, “don’t. Just… just give me my rites, Julia. Maybe if I do this… maybe, if I try… maybe your god will let me into that heaven of yours.” Asia “Let me speak with your father,” I said, my voice wavering, “I think I can convince him otherwise.” “Father doesn’t care about the words of The Holy Mother,” Lucilla said, “he seeks another god.” “Then,” I said, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, “I will bless him with her presence.” LUCILLA Julia’s splayed her hand before my eyes; the glowing hearth casting shadows across her subtle veins japanese and faint lines. A blue flame ignited in her palm, bathing her delicate fingers in sapphire. The heat was steady, unwavering, and not scorching the flesh that bore it. My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped as my heart pounded in my ears. “Arbritus Gen,” Julia said softly, “is a name everyone knows, but few people japan understand. In modern tongue, it translates roughly to ‘Man of purity.’ I am his descendant, Lucilla; I am of pure blood.” “No,” I whispered, asian gazing at the sapphire blaze in the palm of her hand, “that’s impossible.” “You will take me to your father,” Julia said, “and you will save those girls.” “No,” I whispered again, not believing what I was seeing, “no, no, no.” It was like one last wall breaking down, although at the same time, somehow I knew there would be more. They were just doing it to turn on their husbands.” The class was rather difficult for many students, but more specifically- Kathrine. She walked out of there with dye between her pussy lips and ass and nail polish dried on her clit. What a faggot. “Well then, hotshot, should we get to the main attraction?” She japanese asked me sensuously. My titties Office were still rigid and my pussy lips felt funny with his saliva still gushing around inside. I danced my tongue around inside of asian Mom's pussy in celebration. I figured I had about ten minutes. She definitely said that she loved me. “Thank you for japan what?” I asked gently. And Asia why did she do that Lavinia?” Her tongue and mine danced over Daddy's crown. Of course this was all more unspoken courtesy than the truth, and though they weren't aware of it, I really could hear them. As we make our way into the house, several of the girls eye us up like we’re cows to the slaughter. “Futas need their nipples washed, too.”