"Who's the text from?" Kevin inquired. Simone hung her head and sighed. "Who's it from, Simone?" Greg," Simone replied as she lifted her head slightly...to look at him."Oh," Kevin replied, his energy level dropping to match his sister's. "Um ... what's he say?" He's coming in," she said with another sigh. "Actually, he's in. He wants me to pick him up. Like ... now." Oh," Kevin repeated."I'm so sorry, Kev. I ... I don't know what to say." It's O.K. Like you told me ... he's your husband and. Watching me. I swallow, and he grins at me. “Come here.” I crawl to the edge of the bed. He holds out a hand and helps me up. “Kneel, Cassandra.”I go to my knees before him. His cock sways near my lips. His hands go to my face, holding me. “I don’t want to be gentle with you tonight, Cass. Tell me, can you handle me? Can you handle your husband, your Master?”"Oh yes,” I breathe, “All of me is yours. Do what you want to, Sir.”His eyes glow with pride as he pulls my head towards him. I open my. ”“What? I certainly have not spoken of it with anyone other than the bridge crew, and I cannot imagine any of them...”“Sir, I know that, but everything considered, we have a reasonably intelligent crew overall. Suddenly, the Captain no longer goes about criticizing or reprimanding practically everyone he comes into contact with. By now, the crew certainly knows that something has happened and that you are obviously in charge.“He is probably the most hated Captain in the fleet, and that was. I can't say the same for myself. I reach down to her hips and try to pull down while I thrust up and she scolds me. It's her turn to be in charge, so I relent and she rewards me with another half inch of penetration and it feels incredible, but all the more frustrating. I want to fill her to the hilt; our bodies were designed perfectly for each other. I long for our public bones to be grinding together, but I respect her command for the moment. This teasing goes on for another four or five.