“I saw the aftermath of Mindoir… Porn vedio The sound of wet flesh hitting flesh resonated throughout the room; each slap proceeded by Shamul’s deep growl. “I’m sorry, Lysander… The last thing he needed was these people thinking him insane. Doesn’t that sound lovely, sweet boy?” Lysander allowed himself to hear none of the batarian’s monologue. Hernandez!” Anderson caught a flashlight and shined it under the bed, illuminating the terrified boy. Shamul was already out of his trousers, his meat protruding from the top like a sturdy brown pole. Anderson chuckled and lowered his hands, “Point taken! “Umm… I d-don’t… W-Well… Okay… Just um… D-Do one thing for me?” Anderson nodded, still smiling, “What’s that, son?” Lysander felt a mad giggle catch in his throat, which he promptly clubbed to death before continuing. Shamul suckled at his neck, sliding his thick fingers up and down the boy’s cock. Freedom always seemed so close, but whenever he would reach to touch it, Lysander was burned. “Y-You came here to h-help us?” He croaked, feeling vaguely proud of himself. Finally, an earth shattering BOOM wrenched him from any pretense of rest. Anderson chuckled and lowered his hands, “Point taken! Anderson raised his hands slowly, picking up on Lysander’s terror, “Easy, son… No one here is going to hurt you; we’re from the Alliance, heard of them?”
