"This is good craftsmanship," the four-armed god said to Shan Hu and Azer, now floating near the workbench, on the far side of the room. "Come, McAlli...ter, you should recognize good work. Does this seem familiar?" the four-armed god, the one who named himself 'Transformer', asked in the sudden grey light that marked the world when seen from outside of time.With the view McAllister had then, of the bookcases, the desk, the lamps, and the telescope in the corner all washed in grey, he caught his. The slower pace does have its advantages, however. I have the time to feel your inner walls gripping my shaft as I penetrate your sheath, and you have the pleasure of feeling the full length hardness of my cock rubbing against your clit. We continue to fuck in the water, my cock sliding in… out… in… out… in, deep… shallow… deep… shallow… deep, filling your sleeve with my prick, pressing my cock into your and causing our pleasure to mount. I can feel the build-up of pressure in my balls and I. ? Why? he thought, should they have all the fun?? End of Part One Part Two: ( Six weeks later)Chapter one: Catherine Dixon stood staring nervously across the large inlaid leather desk toward the big powerfully built man sitting in a huge leather swivel chair to her side, holding Catherine’s leash, stood Joan, wearing a leather skirt and jacket, , waiting for her charge to speak. ?Master Tony,? began Catherine eventually, ?It...It is my desire. And anyway, wasn't that kind of a strange question to ask a neighbor at 11:30 on a Friday night while he was crossing his legs trying not to piss his pants? "Listen, Shelly," I continued, "I don't know what this is about, but let's talk about it later, or some other time, OK? I really have to use the boy's room there." Of course, of course. Sorry," she said. "Could we talk about it tomorrow?" Sure, sure," I said, my bladder now beginning to float. "Tomorrow's fine. Anytime." How about 3.