Dad had been right again.That wasn't really surprising. The whole family tested into the top five percent of the IQ bell curve. The only reason I didn...t get the usual Brain Trust hassling in school was that I helped the PE instructor teach martial arts, aikido mostly. I loved teaching aikido moves to the football running backs. It made them really slippery. So the jocks had a vested interest in not causing me grief.I'm Matthew Patterson. Other than the high IQ and martial arts I'm pretty. She hastily slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt. She removed her Bra as well. This was not a dress for bras. Dressed only in pants she picked up the dress and removed the hanger. She paused for a moment. Her pants sat high on her waist, which might be a problem. She laid the dress flat on the bed again and removed the last of her underwear. Naked, she lifted the dress again.Unzipping the small zip at the rear she stepped into the hoop of white silk and satin. As she drew the fabric up her. She winced away, but when I said "that's all you're going to get to eat today" she slowly, wincingly lowered her face to the bowl and began to eat, slurping down her own piss along with the bread and ravioli.I got down behind her, and greasing my cock with some Crisco, pressed my cockhead against her asshole. She obediently relaxed her asshole, and let me enter her, even as she cried in shame and horror at what she was doing. "Good fuckhole" I said to her, as she milked my cock with her. She has a very strange personality that takes a lot of getting used to.“I am more tolerant of her because of her critical role in the battle and her future critical role. The Zaos provide us with important intelligence and there is more to her work for her father she has not told us either. She knows the Schlogg well. I wonder how that happened. She helped us avoid casualties and she saved my life when we both fought the Queen. I don’t care she objects to all I do, and she is downright.