?Stacy,? she saidto me. ?Be a dear and fetch us a glass of wine. You know . . .the red stuff I keep in the special rack.? ?Yes, Mistress,? I said, c...rtsying quickly before Stacy looked in my direction. I was trembling as I poured the wine. ?Happy-Eager-Submissive- Fucktoy', I repeated to try to still my shaking hands. Things weren't lookinggood for me, but Mistress had mentioned the key. THE KEY. I repeatedmy mantra and forgot about Stacy and concentrated on the key. I tooka deep breath. She had been mated and bred by so many creatures, born their offspring to term and birthed new breeds of powerful creatures mixed with her powerful DNA. 5 years and it still went on.Now she was dressed up in nothing but fishnet stockings and lace underwear as she sat on a silk sheeted bed, awaiting her latest "client". These were minions of the shadow broker that had done well in their duties and were rewarded with using the "Asari whore" as she was called.And it just had to be a krogan."Ohh,. He took his cock and started bringing it close to her face.Anita opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around her sons massive cock.His black cock bulged more with the contact of Anitas mouth.Raj rejoiced at his victory now he truly was Anitas master.Anita took half the cock and started sucking Raj meanwhile Raj clasped her hair and pushed her face more towards him.After 15 min of sucking Anita withdrew and said “Raj yahan koi a jayega chalo andar jhopdi main chalte hain”Raj nodded Anita got up. Omelets, sausage and buttered toast, never mind the khaki shorts, loud Hawaiian shirts, or socks and sandals. It was spring so they must be full time residents but, summerfolk just the same.It takes a long time and a few winters to become 'local'. Some folks never get there.To a man, the locals were dressed in khaki pants, with pressed creases so sharp you could cut slices in the newspapers they were all reading. Starched button-down off white shirts with breast pocket protectors filled with.