Everything I just told you is between you and me.”Aimee looked at me, “Absolutely, I understand.” Aimee looked intently at me and said, wait a m...nute. If you are Master of Masters, what does that make me if we stay together after tomorrow?”I laughed and replied, “You immediately become the Mistress of Mistress’s.”Aimee smiled and asked, “Do I even want to know what that means?”I explained, “It means that you are in charge of all Mistresses. You will be challenged as much or more than I have. I tried to fuck that wet juicy pussy as hard as possible. With these moves, the saree started to fall off. She took the petticoat off from above. Now she was all naked sitting on me and I was fucking her from below. The leather cushion of the recliner was so good it helped me bounce into her so well. I could feel the pussy walls contracting and there was no doubt she was cumming.She stared into my eyes. I pulled her closer and kissed her. Then she went back and started jumping on my cock to. I found her jiggling boobs. I squeezed them, gripping them tight as I sodomized her hard. My sister's bowels clenched on my cock on every withdrawal, sending rapture blazing through my pussy. “Yes!” I moaned, slamming back into her. “Mmm, that's it,” Mom moaned, her blue eye smoky. “That's how you eat your Mommy's pussy. Yes, yes, I'm going to cum.” “Do it!” I hissed. “You can cum all you want!” “Thank you!” My Mommy-slave shuddered. Then she gasped and bucked. Tara groaned, clearly enjoying. Infected people were instructed to pair up and have sex when they felt the urge. Where the ratios weren’t perfect a man could satisfy several women or vice versa. Nuns and monks could be celibate no more. Where same-sex groups got infected, a few people of the opposite sex would be recruited to meet their needs.In the early days, when the forty-seven men on an oil platform started going crazy, they sent scouting expeditions out using the platform’s boats. On a pleasure boat they spied a female.