Whiting set out to do. We have beaten the WestHem marines and chased them from our planet. Now it is time for us to reconcile with them in the interes... of all Martians."Governor Whiting's idealistic plans of an isolated planet, independent from the economies of EastHem and WestHem sound good after smoking a few bowls and bullshitting with your buddies over artichokes and cheesecake, but they hardly hold water in the real world. We cannot exist without WestHem. They are our mother country and. At first I was embarrassed, as it was middle of summer and very warm and sticky I’d gone to bed just wearing a pair of knickers, so I grabbed my duvet and pulled it over me, but I then noticed he was smiling at me. It was then, despite my age, I realised something wasn’t right.He took the duvet off me, put his finger on his mouth and whispered ‘Shhh, it will be alright’.He then undressed and got into bed with me, he started stroking my hair, then kissing me, first my cheek, then full on the. She craved it. Needed it. She yearned to be devoured. And I couldn't wait to feast on her. I would lick and lap. I would flutter my tongue through her folds and give her such rapture. She would howl at the top of her lungs.My fingers duck into her rump as I leaned in. I breathed in, her spicy musk so strong. “Oh, God, I love the scent of a hot, wet cunt ready to be bred.” I felt the cameras on me as I was bent over, my rump thrust at them. My dick throbbed as it swayed between my thighs. My own. . I... I got it," she said tears running down her cheeks."And when we get inside, you better fuck me like you've never fucked me before... and you had better look like you're enjoying every minute of it. And I don't just want her to see, I want her to hear you, begging for it. You understand?"Again she could not bring herself to answer."I said you understand?" he repeated brusquely."Johnny, please don't make me do this! I'll do anything else you want..." Shut up. That dyke is going to get hers..