So, together the two stood in worried silence watching the ship eat up the distance and yet knowing that as yet, they had no idea where Gabriella had ...eaded. Maria knew her crew was a loyal one and would fight to the death for their capitan, but it was that what worried her. Death…it seemed to permeate the air, and deep into her very being. She knew bad things were on the horizon for both Rayne and Gabriella, but as of yet, she had no clue as to what that would be. Finally tiring, she found. "You're mine." She rocked her hips again, working me inside her.I leaned up, pushing up on the bed with one hand, holding her up with my arm and laid her down. I plunged all the way till I felt my balls touch her pussy. I leaned in and kissed her, we held the kiss and brushed her hair back and lightly pinched her earlobe. When I pulled away, I could see her expression fall a bit, like sadness. It got a bit brighter in the room, I knew, she was feeling the same realization that I'd already had. Not only did the boys seem to move naturally as girls, but also her pussy was too wet to continue. She wanted to see them naked and hard. Wanted their tongues in her pussy and their mouths and hands on her breasts. She wanted to watch them suck and fuck each other and she wanted their hard cocks in her holes.Calming herself a bit, she said, ?That was very good girls. I am pleased.?With the boys standing in front of her she slowly raised her hands up to her breasts. Cupping one tit in each hand,. She is amazed when a girl her age opens the door to the sex Studio.Tasty Tamara feels an adrenaline rush and her nipples tighten as she rings twice at the door of the Sex Studio for her long weekend of training sexual servitude by sexology Professor Peter Poet and his helper. Tamara is amazed as an almost look-a-like of her opens the door and warmly welcomes her inside. "Hi, you must be Tamara, I am Petra. Let me help you to prepare for a proper presentation to Professor Peter, who waits.