She wheeled to look at him, and felt her passion rise as he pulled her to the bed, pressing her forward. She was set off balance and landed on her tum...y, legs spread. He was behind her in an instant, pulling her to her knees, pressing her head forward."Stay that way, do not move. I think you should get a taste of your own medicine and see how well you like to have your cunt whipped."She shuddered at the thought of feeling the tiny piece of leather landing on her burning clit. She felt his hands. I’d never seen such stamina.The bet was naughty. I knew it wasn’t necessary but I couldn’t help it. At the time, it was the only way I could justify letting that sexy young stud pound on me for 8 hours. Good Lord, I need help. But so often, I just need dick a lot more. But that’s old news news. I’m getting off track here. There are plenty of earlier entries about my longing for the forbidden cock, and how that forbidden cock made me feel warm and tingly each time it pumped me full of cum and. We were supposed to meet the civil service officer. His name is Tribune Walesca, I think. However, he wasn't there. Instead we were met by a beautiful woman.I'm not kidding, this woman could have been a supermodel back on Earth. She wasn't wearing much though. The outfit was a strange vest that looked like the fabric used in a football jersey over a pair of black thong panties. That was all.She didn't seem too perturbed as Willow and I looked at her, just shook her head and muttered. "Even the. I remained deeply imbedded in her, while I stroked her hair, and marveled at the lovely curve of her cheek. She grinned at me. ‘Feel that?’ she asked. She was using her vaginal muscles to milk me. ‘Where the hell did you learn to do that?’ I asked. ‘I read an article about it in Cosmo,’ she said. I thought the evening was over, but she wasn’t ready to give up. I had softened considerably, but now, with the stimulation I was getting, I had a new lease on life. I began to move gently inside.