Good girls don’t play that nice. Now talk to me, bad… little… bitch!”I fucked her, a dozen or more hard strokes until she was shaking on the b...d. Then I pulled out, just to the tip of my head. I reached down and grabbed it, and teased her, rubbing the head from her ass to her clit, nice and slow.“Oh, Jesus Christ YES!”“Bad… little… girl. Talk to me.”“And say what, baby! Oh, god! YES!!! GOD!!”I pulled away and flipped her over. I raised her knees and spread her. In position now, I slammed all of. Diego was standing in the hexagonal corridor at the southern vertex of his home complex, the very spot where he had been imprisoned just two days ago. But now there were two important differences. The first was that the servos had returned the area to a pristine state. No trace of his supplies or the dead-man switch that had chained him at the vertex location remained.The second difference was that the door leading inward to the sand park and home was closed and locked. Again, it was no. I pulled up my skirt and revealed my ass. Bending over, I pulled my ass cheeks apart and I backed up. This time, the priest didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was deeply inhaling the musky scent from my unwashed pussy and asshole. This smell wasn’t soap and perfume, it was the heady aroma of my unique essence, my pheromones. “Does that turn you on, Father? Are you aroused? Is your cock hard? Do you want to fuck me?” He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. He was pounding his dick. About 30 seconds afterthe boat got wet, the first round of beer hit our lipsand the day had officially begun. We all have knowneach other for a long time, so the atmosphere was verylight and easy-going. The guys see Annette as a buddy more than a potentialconquest, so there was none of the sexual politics thatcan put a damper on an otherwise fun day. Several beersand a ride in the tube for each of us had us cooledoff, wet, laughing and ready to party. Soon we rounded the final bend in the river.