We rode by several of the ubiquitous male 'hunks' that were walking along the boardwalks and asphalt paths, working out or sunning themselves on the b...ach. We never stopped to meet any of them, but Janey steered us by a couple of them several times so she could get a real good look at them; or, perhaps it was vice versa. I noticed she didn't seem to have a particular 'taste' in body type, hair coloring or other physical feature. That is, unless visibly bulging crotches in a tight Speedo can be. “Centron, are you sure I am supposed to carry a broad sword and a fur cape of all things? It doesn’t seem standard issue.”“Indeed these items have been added by highest authority, Sir. Now please follow the way light to the next IST. The Saran shuttle is waiting for you.”Sure enough there was a D 20 in Saran Colors and markings waiting.Next to the lowered ramp stood a Saran in a white and gold uniform and next to him two women completely dressed in black from head to toe in skintight body suits. Both of them watched the time intently as they went about, even finding time to eat, drink and relive themselves as they did not know what the future still held. With a minute to spare they both arrived back at the stables and stood awaiting at a respectable distance where their Mistress could find them. Again she did not disappoint with a grand entrance comming around from behind the stables, still adorned in her incredible outfit and with Bitch held tight by her side. She did not lose her. “Have you ever seen such a munchable pussy in your life?” Her labia dangled for a good three to four inches. She spread her lips and the wonderful odor of a woman in heat struck me forcefully. “No, I haven’t,” I replied. Before I could get another word out she sat on my face and demanded, “Suck my pussy!” I went at her like a caged lion being released. Amy was pumping my rigid cock with her voluptuous titties and then I felt her kissing and sucking my shaft up and down before she put me in her.