Before I can snatch your hand back, I catch you rummaging through your beach bag. My blood chills as I see what appears out of the bag – a small pi...k plug. I quickly swallow as I feel my sex warm, and my body responds by secreting more of my arousal. The chill last only seconds as I see the incredible need in your eyes. You feel it too.Your hunger only serves to fuel mine. Instantly, you spin me so that I am on my knees facing the ocean waves. I realize in this moment I am yours. I would. FUCK THAT WAS HOTI slipped her a little something in her tea and she will be out for hours. If she does wake and finds that my cock is buried 9 inches deep inside her ass, she will not remember a thing, so i am told. SO FAR SO FUCKING GOOD.I have the rest of her clothes off and she has begun to squirm. Her head has begun to move side to side and her lips are moving. It looks as she is about to wake as my fingers enter her moist pussy. I plant my head on her naked left tit and begin to flick her. The uniform dress was not only shorter, but tighter and the top three buttons were undone. I wondered, ‘is something happening to me, or is it everyone else.’I later found out that when they decided to send me they had slipped in some nanites in my water glass and as a result of their repair, I was giving off heavy pheromones of desire to the female species, be it human or alien. This explained earlier today with Barbara and what happened next with Nancy. Apparently they slipped some in on her. I have never seen the device in any of the online S&M catalogues Master orders me to study, so I presume he had it custom made. I am honored that he would do so for a shithead like me. I, of course, sent him the money to pay for the device. Each month he sends me the phone bill for the international calls he has made to it, and I pay it with my miserable shithead money. The internet has made it easy for Mater to find the articles of my public shame and send me a shopping list. Digital.