.. no... You can't," she protested when he tried to remove her panties. They were in bed, his pants were off but not his undershorts, and her skirt wa... up around her hips.Please, Janey... please," he begged as he rolled on top of her. She closed her thighs warmly on his cock, which had slipped out of his shorts, and he began a dry-fuck. But that's as far as he got. He wondered since then how close she was to surrendering. She must have become excited with his prick rubbing over her pussy, even. I grunted, fighting the lust.I couldn’t.I was born of lust. It dwelt in all of the races spawned by Las. I focused on the most boring subjects—history, mathematics, philosophy. I focused on the rationalist arguments for the natural law of liberty.And there was a hot cunt rubbing on my dick, a pair of large, pillowy breasts swaying over me, a woman’s face twisting with passion, silver eyes flashing with lust. The scent of hot, wet cunt filled my nose. And my cock responded.Hardened. Swelled.. "Jeannette mounted him, again more training from ballet class. She knew the best way to please master this way, and she worked it hard. Master Paul nodded approvingly. Then Master gave her another orgasm in reward.Then Master had her ride him even harder, faster, grip tightly he ordered. She did all of the things he said to. Jeannette's cunt was on fire; her ring was bouncing and dragging constantly. She was twitching from the stimulation."Slave come for me now, I want another one." Master. Feeling unsettled I stared at her through the glass. I checked the door handle, it appeared to be locked.A familiar voice to my right said, “Are you ready to choose a time and place, Cat?”My head swiveled around and I stared disbelievingly at Mystique, who was sitting in the driver’s seat giving me a dazzling smile.“Well?” she prompted.I peered through the passenger window towards where Mystique had last stood, but I was met by my reflection, as all of the glass in the car had become.