Mom groaned and writhed against my invading hand as I rubbed the soap around and then washed it off."I love your body. I don't know whether it's your ...its, your arse or your cunt that is my favourite part. And I'm not sure whether I'd sooner fuck your cunt or eat it. What do you think?" I thought that I might see if I could excite Mom with my dirty talk and ministrations and by the tremble in her voice when she replied it was working."I like it best when you play with my pussy but I don't know. My three siblings and their spouses voted on which one of the slaves had been the best and most enthusiastic sex partner; they chose Sheringa.I left the programming of Sheringa’s nanites alone. Hers could still transfer to one person beyond her. That person couldn’t transfer them, though. I tasked Sheringa with assuring that each member of my family was inoculated with nanites. I did allow the nanites in my pregnant female relatives to be passed on in utero to their unborn children.I left my. "She arose from the sexual battlefield, where the hand-to-gland combat had been fierce, and almost poked my eye out with an erect nipple. What lovely firm tits! What lovely long legs that went all the way up to her arse. And that beautiful smile... I had really fallen with my bum in the butter this time!"Don't forget, Sunday is V-Day!" she said as we went arm-in-arm to the bathroom, alluding to the day she had decided would mark the end of her virginal status, with me the designated. Embarrassed, she quickly added, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”Erik reassured her, “No, it’s okay. It’s true. It’s just something about the way I am. And yeah… it can be a little lonely.” He was quiet for a while longer, then said, “My friends call me Erik. My uncle used to call me Erikie. Sometimes, he still does.” He gave her a smile, “Times like this, when we’re not in some sort of scene, you should call me Erik. It doesn’t have to always be ‘Master.’”Melissa reached across the table to take.