I was so hard. My cock started thinking for me as it persuaded me to squeeze harder and harder. This made my Mom groan. I gasped as I noticed her hand... start to move. I didn’t move my hands from her ass, I pretended to be asleep, and maybe she would think it was an accident. To my surprise she pulled her tight underwear over my hands, then pulled her sweatpants over them and then she went back to sleep. Wow she must have been in those half awake half asleep modes and must have only noticed that. “God may be too far away to hear you,” the Colonel whispered, but soon threw off the melancholy that we all felt to return to her old self.“What was it that you wanted to tell me, Captain Roanoke?” she asked in a self-assured voice.“I wanted to inform you that one of the teams we sent out located a tanker truck full of fuel. We’ll have plenty of fuel,” he told us in a ghost of his former voice. “If we still need it,” he added in a whisper.“Our plans haven’t changed – yet,” the Colonel told him. I motioned for him to look forward. The crowd laughed as he swung his head forwards. He was in doggy style, and I saw his aching hole. I made a ball with my fist and pushed myself inside. He looked around like a humiliated dog. I began pumping my fist in and out. His asshole giving way. I could see him crying. My panties were so wet they could mop up the floor. Everyone watched with glee as my slave whimpered. I took my hand out of my formal slave and passed him on the the next. There goes any hope for a repeat... It was just Ben's way. If allowed to go to sleep after sex, if I didn't keep him awake, he was out for hours. He'd sleep through zombies invading our home during the Zombie Apocalypse if allowed to fall sleep after sex!I felt well-fucked but not sleepy. I decided I wanted a drink. Putting on my panties and robe, I slipped out and closed the door behind me before padding downstairs to our liqueur cabinet. I was just taking my first sip when I heard soft.