I asked her if we can just go to my place and she can go home in the evening. Once we reached my place I cursed myself as the maid didn’t clean the ...oom. I didn’t want to get the first impression as a bad one.So we sat on the open terrace and spoke for 2 hours. Then it was getting late. She wanted to leave and booked Uber. I was too tempted as I was playing with her hand for some time and got enough friction with her thighs and shoulders. The cab was about to arrive in 10 minutes and we started. I take in her perfect complexion. Her long brown hair cascades down beyond her shoulders. Atop her head rests a silver tiara, a symbol of her royalty. I cannot help but also glance at her huge breasts.'What is it that you ask of me, my Queen?' I ask, my eyes meeting hers once more.She looks at me for some time, as if assessing me somehow. Then, seemingly satisfied, she stands up from her throne. As she stands, her breasts jiggle enticingly.'Come, follow me to my chambers, Jenna. We have much to. Whereas before his legs and stirrups had placed his asshole at breast height (perfect for reaching in and performing an anal cleansing), now his asshole was lowered to the level of the teacher’s strap on. She stepped out of Robert’s sight and back between his legs. More lube was applied to both her rubber dick and his asshole. “The first step is consent” the teacher advised her students, petting Robert’s ass and winking to the class. “Then you are ready to mount. In some cases that would mean. “You helped yourself!”John narrowed his eyes as he glared at his alter-ego, drawing eldritch energy into his hand to create another psychic lance. Before he could launch it, a giant telekinetic fist struck from his right flank, backhanding John and sending him cartwheeling through the air. He was thrown into the cargo bay wall, the metal plates buckling with a tortured squeal as he smashed straight through... ... and tumbled across the floor of a grubby docking bay.Musty air filled John’s.