"Ben, what do you think you're doing?" Gwen snapped. Ben could smell his cousin's anger for a split second, but it quickly disappeared, overwhelmed by...the smell of her curiosity and lust."Sorry, Gwen," Ben said in the new alien's vibrating baritone when he looked down and realized that the crotch of his costume had vanished and released his penis to bob erect in the air where the cute red head could follow it's movements with her eyes as she licked her lips nervously. "You know how the watch -. "I decided to apologise and so I said "I am sorry Mistress. I could not help it."The Mistress just laughed a long tinkling laugh. "Don't worry Mistress Jane is only annoyed at the waste of that special liquid that you produced."On the floor to the side I noticed a young black slave girl was lying on the floor and I could see that she was looking at me with some anxiety. I suddenly had a premonition that I was going to be asked to fuck her. My erection was standing proud and I really needed some. Bob dutifully clicked his mouse, and the crosshairs of camera four on sat number 5672 followed what to Bob's eyes were the invisible ball, as it flew down the fairway. When it stopped moving, the computer beeped and Bob zoomed in until he could see the distinctly colored ball.He glanced in the corner of the screen and muttered the numbers he saw there into the microphone of his headset. "Got it," came a disembodied voice in his ear. Maybe thirty seconds later a pair of shoes appeared on each. The 18 is about 6 ft shorter than the 105, but I make due. There are jacks on the stairs, but it is still about 4 ft short. I hop out and then help Sylvie out.Before our feet touch the ground, there is a crowd of military personnel gathered around. Most don’t even notice I am with a goddess. They are too busy ogling my plane.Coming down the stairs, Sylvie hits me.“That first move, I thought I was going to die.”I just laugh at her. She fake pouts and hits me again.“It isn’t funny.”“We have a.