I pulled her black stiletto high heels out of her closet and place them on the bed she'd write-off came into the bedroom puzzled standing there naked ...ith the curtains open with me smiling she gave me a grin like what's up with the shoes and I told her I said wouldn't it be fun to put on a show for the trash collectors she smiled at me and said really and disappointingly it did not happen we put the shoes away she got dressed and we continue down with our daily chores for the house a few weeks. As far as the Homlins knew, humans were the only race that was naturally resistant to the mental powers of the Octrons. As soon as possible, a study was begun to try to determine just what it was that made humans immune to that mind control. The hope was that the replicators could make some sort of device that was resistant to the Octrons the same way as the humans were. Truthfully, nobody held out much hope for such a gadget, but it was still worth working on.Meanwhile, the replicators began. The next morning, I woke up at around 9, and read the note Julia had left to say goodbye, and then went to the kitchen to make coffee and check the news. I figured, being a teenager on summer break, Sophie would still be sleeping, but I was wrong. Through the windows on the french door leading out to the pool, I saw her. She was wearing a red string bikini, and my heart almost stopped. She lounged on her back, sunglasses on, her young, firm flesh oiled and glistening in the light of the morning. She suggested to the men that they mount another horse atop the pedestal. She mentioned of course, just for good measure, that the men would have to pay for this.She herself had enjoyed the horse fucking and had been willing to perform the feat for nothing. Velda was a different story, aspiring whore that she was.The young vixen would take some coaxing to have a horsecock penetrate her loins. The come boiling in her loins prepared Velda for the horse.She was hotter than her mistress had ever.