"Hmmm, the floor needs a good sweeping." She smiled and found a broom in the closet. She rubbed the potion onto the broom handle and dropped it.While ...ooking at the broom she pointed and said "Sweep this filthy floor".The broom stood itself up and startled her as it began to sweep."Oh fuck yes, this is awesome!!" She exclaimed as she thought about other items she could try."Hmmm, I wonder..." she looked around and found her black dancing shoes in her closet. She grabbed the shoes and put a drop. How do they pass that information across? There must be some mechanism for communication between nanites. Perhaps they have adapted this to communicate through the skin?” Vickie thought this over, then stretched out her arm and place her own hand flat on John’s forehead.She then concentrated her mind and thought, “Are you nanites doing the speaking?” For a little while there was nothing, then she sensed a response. It was not a word, but more the sense of a word, not the vocalising of the word.. She slowly but steadily pushed the woman’s head down her body until her mouth was poised directly above her aroused clitoris waiting patiently for the attention it needed so very badly.Meg wished it would last forever, but it was only a few moments before her release started to build to that point of no return and she spurted her feminine juices into the older woman’s mouth with a little cry of pleasure and hint of pain hidden deep inside.Ruth wiped her lips off on Meg’s prison shirt and. It is to possess and to love a young girl, still free, who lives on another island. My Mistress is courting her, hoping to take her a willing slave.I cannot imagine why this project would present any difficulty, for anyone offered the position of love slave to my Mistress would accept in a trice, would they not? At least, in my mind. But, I say nothing, I just keep licking and suckling, and listening."So..." she says,"I will send her a gift, and perhaps, that will attract her into my.