Placing his wizened hand on the smooth, soft, warm surface of the protein shell of the centre clone, he breathed a sigh of remorse. He knew it was wro...g, what he was about to do, but it would be more wrong for him not to do it. The war was coming, he was sure of it, and to leave the clones here to be awakened would be like condemning them to a life of hell. To be born, already one hundred and sixty-five years old, would be a fate worse than death. Closing his eyes, he slid his hand down the. Muriel quickly lower her eyes and obeyed. “Here are the keys. Go inside and get undressed and wait by the door. Do not put on your uniform.”When Muriel had gone inside, I turned my attention to my wife. “You need go in there and show her how much you love her. Eat her pussy until she screams for mercy, and don’t forget to keep stretching her anus, once she’s done with you, I’m going fuck her ass tonight. Right now I have an errand to do, so go.”Laura knew when I was right she had to regain. Oh so good, suck harder. Another wave of pain, she half bent to control it, bringing her chin down on the back of his head. Her hands scrabbled with his hair, red nails catching in the brown curls. She was in command. Their bodies intertwined, his thigh rammed against her crutch, she rubbed herself slowly sensuously up and down. They kissed and his hand squeezed her breasts. Another wave of pain, now she grabbed his hair and pulled him upright. She kissed his lips hard, tasting whisky and. I oiled it regularly, to keep it supple and painful. "Okay, upstairs, and get ready for me! No nonsense!" Of course, there never was any nonsense when it was a day that I selected the cane. No nonsense, just tears and pleading usually. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom. She was ready. Submissively on all fours on the bed, with just her lace knickers on. My oriental beauty! I lowered her knickers and could smell a gamey, turned-on aroma. Her dimpled arsecheeks seemed to beckon to my cane. But.