"Come on," I pleaded, "cut it out," starting to grow more and more frustrated. He didn't say a word, his hands just running up and down my thighs, so ...ently, so tenderly. I squirmed and looked into his eyes. "Please," I whispered."Oh, come on, Keiko," he said unsympathetically, "You know this isn't going to work. Remember our conversation last weekend?"I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself and nodded slowly."And what did you tell me about being teased?" he asked."Oh God," I whispered softly,. No doubt Andre will telephone you." I was not expecting to see him," I reply, uncertain of her meaning."Whether to join in his debauchery is for you to decide. There will be no more such adventures in the future, if we are to enjoy a close relationship." states Madeline in a commanding tone before adding, "never."Needless to say, Andre telephones and invites me to join him in seeing his Paris. Despite my reluctance, he pleads with me until I give in.He picks me up at the hotel and we speed, by. By the time of our last few online fantasy sessions, I would usually end up fucking his ass, him begging me to cum inside of him and me leaving him with my cum dripping out of his thoroughly fucked and wasted body. We would always end up cumming together during this scenario. Then the next night, once his wife was asleep we would start again. He would start by saying how he really didn't want to be fucked. It was just fantasy and I agreed. Then, as the session would proceed and our cocks. There had been some funny rumours running around on both sides of the fence, so I hoped my little narration cleared most of them up.I addressed the refugees with my next part. It wouldn’t hurt for our younger kids to take notice as well. “One thing that has been distressing me since we acquired the new members of our population is the treatment of the members of the Zoetic Race and their parents the Controllers.”“As I mentioned, they are not androids nor are they dumb machines. They are.