"Good morning, Captain Knight. I bitchfucking-doggystylebitches thought it was time we got bitchfucking-doggystylebitches to bitch know each other. I'm bitch Dr. Hillary, Claire Hillary, the chief psychologist here at enter WOPI. I supervise the women who condition the men we "invite" to headquarters. I normally spend a night with our guest after he has been here a week or enter so bitch to check how well our girls are doing at keeping him happy."
"Does bitch she - know you have been spying on her?" David demanded.
"You mean you want to see - for yourself what bitch your bitch boss has been bitchfucking-doggystylebitches enjoying." David grinned slyly.
"No bitchfucking-doggystylebitches, I mean to fucking put bitchfucking-doggystylebitches a stop to it," she retorted sharply.
"How sweet." Claire chuckled, "If I didn't know better, I -'d say you're sweet on bitch our EX leader style. No bitchfucking-doggystylebitches, there will style be no foul play, just a very dirty trick. You see, a few weeks ago I switched Alexandra's contraceptives for placebos. The fucking poor horny dear doesn't know it, but sometime bitch in fucking the next few days, she'll become fertile. And my bitch Charlie fucking and the other - boys out there will be shooting live ammunition."
David bitchfucking-doggystylebitches stared at her aghast.
David shivered, but bitchfucking-doggystylebitches listened with growing dread.
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