.." That earned him the slap that he deserved. "No, my slave, I'm not going to fuck you in front of your family, although that would be an interesti...g scenario." "Thank you Mistress." "But, on the other hand, they will get a little glimpse of the new me. But don't be too alarmed. There are some things that are best kept between a mistress and her slave." . . . That Saturday, Jason made sure that the house was spotless and brought out the food that he would be cooking, ribeye steaks,. I could feel my fingers getting wet, she just had an orgasm.“I’ll be right back,” I said as I got up and went towards the hall, from the corner of my eyes I could see her staring at me with doubt in her face.Fumbled around the hall, fiddled around with the drawers and finally found it what I was looking for.. a rope.Holding it in my hand I walked towards the room, she lay there closing her eyes.. my angel.I went towards her kissing on her nose, held her hands and started tying the rope on her. “It’s not working slave”He put his left hand under his left knee, lying back, and put one finger up his ass, getting it in as far as he could and working it in and out for a minute before pulling it out and sticking it into the glass, stirring it round to add to the flavour. “Now finish me off slave, earn my spunk, and make me fill that glass to the brim” As he lay back I started slowly sucking his dick, working up and down the top half, with one hand under my mouth, wanking him up and down. “What is this?” Fumi asked as her fingers probed the blueprints.“Oh...” Cassandra thought. “Heh ... it is a first to have someone really look at it. I had these ideas in place. I thought to myself if humanity had space shuttles and rockets, it would be a matter of time before they would have functional space ships. I thought that I would take a shot at it. These are the blueprints of a powerful spaceship or battleship that could utilize a larger version of that energy drill gun that you were.