"I nodded. "I should've stopped you the first time I saw you staring at my knickers up my skirt on the sofa. But I couldn't." I looked at her, put my ...rm under her head and pulled her closer to me. Her whole body was now pressed up against me, she let her leg casually fall onto both of mine. My hard cock was up against the top of her thigh. "It's been so long since anyone's looked at me that way, it felt good, seeing the lust in your eyes, the bulge in your pants." She blushed. "Mum, you're. .does the apartment have its own car and chauffeur," shedemanded."Yes Mistress." Good, I will need it shortly....and credit in the fashion stores intown." Yes Mistress." Good.....have the card ready in the car when I need it.....that will beall," she dismissed him with a hand gesture.The apartment was massive, the en suite to the bedroom was bigger thanher whole apartment she marvelled. Mistress sauntered around the placeand seemed to be satisfied. She flopped languidly onto the bed and. ”“Sergeant Griffiths mostly wanted to remind the crews that they are members of the military and subject to discipline,” I heard a man say. “However, in my case I was hoping to run into you.”I looked up to see the face of Morgan Cunningham. However the body was far more muscular than I remembered Morgan having.“Morgan!” I cried. “You look like you joined some magic fitness cult. I’ve never seen you look this buff.”Morgan laughed. “Nanotech rebuild. At least that’s what I suspect. The AI won’t. “You fucking slut. You big-titted slag. You love doing this don’t you? How many men have come in your mouth I wonder? Is it hundreds?” She doesn’t respond. “IS IT?” I almost shout. She mumbles her assent. “More than five hundred?” She waves a hand side to side. So about five hundred. “God, think of all the cock you’ve sucked and all the spunk you’ve swallowed over the years, you filthy street walker. Gallons of it! What a dirty old trollop you are. You dirty slag, with your big tits and your.