The box is filled up and the contents converted, twenty-seven cubic metres (cubeM) at a time. We never show the clients how it works as we just take t...eir stuff into our processing plant where we’ve three outfits installed. We don’t publish our inventions or patent them as we didn’t know we should have. Later this turns out to be a good thing because it means no one else has any records of the systems or how they work.To help with the operation we hire staff at each locale and teach them to use. She feels his hips start to gyrate against her and his cock gets harder as he moves against her. She feels his lips trace down to her neck and he starts nibbling the side of her neck with the same passion as he’d kissed her lips. He grabs her hair and pulls just hard enough to tilt her head to one side as she feels his teeth lightly biting the top of her shoulder. Her insides explode as he causes her to feel sensations she’s only dreamed about. He yanks the towel from her and lowers his. Totally different from her perfectly designed pussy, yet it felt equally amazing.“Yes, Master! Pound my slutty little ass with your cock. Make me your submissive anal whore.” Amara groaned.My sister Lauren had said something similar when I fucked her ass on this very bed.I was more dominant, although I didn’t really see myself in a genuine dom/sub relationship. I loved it when Amara called me Master, even though I thought of her as an equal. With the twins, I loved it when they called me “big. Or meri shirt k batan khol k meri shirt utaar di or meri chest pe apne hothon se kiss karne lagi. Kiss karte karte bhabhi ne apna ek haath mere lund ko sehlaane mai buesy ker liya. Or fir meri Jeans ki pent k batan khol diye or kaha Raman pent to utaaro problem ho rahi hai. Or fir maine apni pen utaari or fir bhabhi ko neeche bed pe lita k bhabhi k upar chad k apni hawas bhujane laga. Hothon ko kaafi der chusne k baad or chucho se dudh peene k baad maine bhabhi se kaha bhabhi apni to salwaar.