Some of the marines handling pickups ended up watching Rebecca and I rush to the teleporter with Dad to get them to her ship before it jumped. We were...'t going to risk him walking the decks alone, especially with all the confused and frightened people who were arriving every hour as pickups continued. Fortunately, it worked, Violet and Katya are pregnant with your half-siblings. So you have four right now. Mom was made pregnant by Rebecca's other male concubine, and Dad has gotten at least. "I don't do that!" Her voice sounded like a challenge. Angique shrugged. She had Kimmie in plain view now."Okay," she said. "No drink then. But I hope you stay for a bit." I don't mean the drink!"Angique just raised her eyebrows in a questioning way."If you think I'll let you fuck me, you are wrong!"The girl spat the words out. Angique gasped at the unexpected turn of the conversation, if one might even call it a conversation. "Why would I think that, honey? You look sweet, but why would I want. I had no idea. You should go. It was nice of you to get me home but . . . .’ She gestured toward Cherie and the men, praying no one else was hiding in the kitchen. ‘But?’ he prompted. He couldn’t help but be amused at the whole situation. ‘But I’m incredibly embarrassed and you don’t want to stay here,’ she said in a rush. ‘You don’t either.’ ‘No, but it’s where I live.’ She looked over and turned to fully face Dom when she saw both men’s hands roaming over Cherie’s barely clothed body. ‘I’ll. "Now beg. Show me how much you want it. Beg to be my whore."It is so fucking hot watching your face, feeling you writhing on my lap while I tease your soaking wet cunt. I force my finger up your tight, slick hole, letting you ride me while I suck on your nipples. "I do not hear you begging, baby," I whisper, kissing your lips, teasing your pussy. "You must not want it real bad."You swallow, resting your head on my shoulder and plead in my ear, "Please.....let me be your whore....Please." That.