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The Cove Bay police department was situated just outside of town run by three male police officers, and two female deputy sheriffs, wearing their white Stratton campaign hats. They were working on the case of missing Candace Owens, and the reported missing people from the football fundraiser at the night club.
They had no video of what happened when they left because the CCTV cameras had been smashed or covered with something to distort the image, so they didn't have much to go on. And the cameras from inside the club had been erased from the memory bank. The phone rang in tiny station.
"Hello, Officer Caruso speaking, how can I help?" the soft but stern female officer spoke. She had an olive complexion with cat-grey eyes which seemed to look right through you, her messy light-brown hair pulled into a ponytail under her Campaign hat.
"Hi, my name is Richie, you left a note to contact you?" trying not to give himself away with his voice.
"Yes, we know that you were one of two people leaving the Cove Bay Shopping Mall, with a Candace Owens. As well, you were at the Football Fundraiser at the night club. We have asked for all information from anyone, and for everyone to come into the office tomorrow morning for ten AM."
As she put the phone down, she picked up some paperwork on her desk, and walked over to the other two officers, Dike and Samuel, who were chatting about the strange case; they had never dealt with anything so big before.
Officer Simon Dike was a large, robust, even fat some might say, officer; coffee stains were on his the white shirt he was wearing. Thumbing through the files with his sausage fingers, he was leering over, looking at Imogen Caruso in her skin-tight uniform, showing off her ample, heart-shaped buttocks.
"Right, get hold of Candace Owens' parents and ask them to come over in the morning; see if they have any clues which might help because we are at a dead end at the moment."
The fat slob of the cop, his belly hanging out from under his sweat-stained white shirt, answered, "Okay Sheriff Caruso, will do." He picked up the phone and started to phone the families as he finished drinking his coffee spilling most of it.
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It had been two days since Dorothy Duckworth was used as a willing cum-slut at the bukkake party. She was feeling very under the weather, sitting in the corner of the basement, where she was wanking little Pete's large shaft. She clasped his head to her engorged milky breasts, his tongue swirling around her sensitive, bumpy, dark areolas.
Richie had his video camera, getting it all on tape, with a grin on his face. Uploading it to the channels he had opened on Pornhub and OnlyFans, he could make money. He had Hattie MacCloud between his legs bobbing up and down on his cock. His free hand was on her head, pulling her pink hair, forcing his shaft deep down her throat.
She was gagging and drooling excessively, licking his crown, tasting every drop of his juicy pre-cum. Her golden tan glistened with sweat, dripping down her slender body; she was completely under the influence of the Bimbo Dust. She kneeled in front of Richie, his cock lodged deep in her mouth, her eyes rolling back; she was enjoying sucking a powerful cock.
His sister Samantha and mother Isobel were in the corner with Candace Owens, all naked, breasts jiggling, fingerfucking each other. They were kneading their megalithic breasts, twisting on their nipples, bringing a breast up to their mouths, sucking on their own nipples; moaning and grunting in total ecstasy, sitting on a sofa, masturbating each other's pussies.
Richie was really horny, his heart beating so fast, he could not hold it much longer as he dragged Hettie on all fours, her placing her face next to Dorothy Duckworth's, squeezing them together. He felt his ball sacks tingle and tighten, letting streams of stringy, white, gooey cum spray all over both their faces. He was still videoing the whole thing, zooming in on both their faces, as streams of warm cum dripped down their faces, down to their engorged milky breasts, where each licked the other clean with their tongues, tasting Richie's seed off their salty skin. They were giving each other goosebumps with each lick on their sensitive skin, which made them even more horny, like an itch that could not be scratched.
As Hettie and Dorothy went off to clean themselves up in the bathroom in back of the basement. They were really under the control of the Bimbo Dust now. They all knew it was wrong, what they were doing, but the influence of Bimbo Dust had totally overwhelmed their minds to make them like good little pliant whores for Richie to use whenever he wished. They had no idea why, but they had just done anything for their God, Richie.
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Sister Abigail sat on the end of her new four-poster king-size bed, wearing her white, starched wimple coif with black veil, her silver crucifix hanging around her neck, and nothing else; palming her very sensitive areolas, twisting her puffy, brown nipples. With her legs spread eagled, displaying her clean-shaven pussy folds, she was being licked by Sister Constance, the once-stern-looking nun, still wearing her habit, which had ripped, revealing her now-engorged, milky melon breasts swinging perfectly under her.
Kneeling down between Sister Abigail's legs, Sister Constance toyed with her inner thighs by kissing slowly up the sensitive skin, inhaling the sweet, earthy odor which made her more hot and sweaty. She had been a virgin married to God before she had inhaled the Bimbo Dust.
Sister Constance teased Sister Abigail's leaking pussy with two fingers wedged deep inside her, overtaking her thoughts, making her voluptuous body wobble with each thrust, with juices flowing over her petite fingers. She slid in another, making it three fingers teasing her sensitive vulva lips.
Sister Constance pulled out her fingers, and slowly licked the juices from each digit, sucking on them like a lollipop, tasting every drop. A childish grin appeared on face. "Yum, yum, Sister Abigail, you taste like Holy water, my dear."
Her face was covered in Sister Abigail's juices, which seemed to make her hornier. Taking the silver crucifix which hung from around her own elegant neck, Sister Constance fell back between Sister Abigail's wide thighs with a bump, making her large, engorged, milky breasts jiggle. She slipped the crucifix deep inside Abigail's pussy.
Abigail clenched down tightly on the silver crucifix, forcing it as deep as it could go, making Sister Abigail scream with unbridled lust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she licked her full lips, while gripping the side of the bed with white knuckles.
