"I mean it's just something to think about." I like being a slave. I'm not ashamed of it at all," I told him. "Not like some of those niggers you see ...n TV sometimes, you know, going to rehabilitation and such?" I know," he nodded quickly. "I think it's good you being a slave and I admire your devotion, I really do." Then what are you trying to say?" I giggled."I don't know," Drew shrugged. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wish you were my slave." Mmmm..." I smiled and rocked on the fake. I didn't want anyone else to hear what I had said, so I spoke softly and kept the volume down as I played it back. Or as I tried to.I need to point something out here. I'm a pilot. I'm an aerospace engineer. I work with some of the most high-tech equipment in the history of mankind. BUT ... I have to admit that I have absolutely no idea how the fucking iCloud works.I do know that my iPhone back on earth and the iPad I had on my lap were linked. So that pictures or videos shot on one. I went to the bag and pulled out a small vibrator, turning it on and shoving it inside my girlfriends wet pussy. She moaned and I pulled her gag away, replacing it swiftly with my dick, throat-fucking her hard with no mercy. She gagged a lot and my dick was soon coated in a thick layer of her saliva. Youre going to be glad I made you gag so much, I muttered and got off, undoing her ankle-cuffs and positioning my wet cock at her asshole. She cried out and I noticed I forgot to put the gag back. That evening, Paul and the girls were unusually quiet. After dinner, he went up to his room, while Rachel and Danni stared at the television. We don't watch soap operas in our house as a rule, so I was surprised to see there was an episode of one on the screen. However, neither girl was responding to it, so, although their eyes were open, I had the feeling they were lost in thought.John was in his study, working, when I found him. He glanced at me then back to his computer.'How's your plan.