‘Tell me just how much you need it from me.’ ‘Please,’ I gasp, squirming under the stimulation that I finally allow myself to feel. ‘Please,...I need it so bad, need to be your horny little slut, your fucktoy, please let me cum Mistress, I can’t think, oh, you feel so good, I want you so badly, want to cum with you, please fuck me harder, please oh please oh please!’ I can sense myself becoming exactly who Masuma needs me to be as I speak-a perfect submissive, devoted and adoring and molded to. Fucking means, just fucking, period. Now what you did down there felt really very nice. Can you do it again?” I told, “No problem. If you want I can even lick your pussy.”She replied, “That will be very gross and you may catch infection.” I told “That is not your problem, is it?” I simply went down and brushed her pussy with my nose. She pulled me closer and brushed her clitoris against my nose. Now her cunt was opposite my lips. I saw this golden chance. I opened my mouth to put my tongue into. I remember enough of my history to know the dangers of inbreeding. We also need to recruit other men, and even then, genetically, it could be touch and go. I see no reason why pairing needs to be done any differently than it has throughout human history. If I appeal to you, then fine, maybe we'll make babies, but if I don't, and there are other candidates, then make your own choice. As a matter of genetics, the more fathers you women find to give you babies, the better off we'll be, so monogamy. The rest were still presentable. I decided not to wear a bra. Somehow I knew my way to his feelings was partly sexual. His door was closed. We didn’t lock doors in our home. Should I knock first? Feeling very clear that Ian was my priority I opened the door silently. Ian was on his bed naked from the waist down wanking a hardon for all his worth. This was not what I expected. Ian stopped. “Mum go away. Please go away.” That was not an option. I went to his bedside and just pulled him to me hard.