After a couple of attempts, she got it lit and lowered the hood to heat it thoroughly. She went back inside and got the large lump of lamb flesh and t...e bone. She called the dog who came running to the gate. She passed the bone to him and he disappeared towards his kennel. Raising the lid of the cooker, she put the meat on and let it sizzle for a moment then turned the flames down as low as they could go. She lowered the lid again. Checking the time, she thought to herself, 'I will not burn. Our RADs, as well as your own, are modified versions of the technology used by the invaders who OBGYN hacked with his revolutionary computing power and subsequently expelled from Earth nearly 20 years ago.The original RADs gave human captives uncontrollable sex drives and rapid reproductive capabilities, as well as increased strength and endurance. The RADs modified by OBGYN have had these effects reduced to manageable levels. Though I want to have sex so badly that I would do it with any of. I finally pulled myself up on the kitchen counter and spread my legs slightly, spitting in my hand and rubbing it across my labia. All that thinking and hesitating had toned down my arousal quite a bit, but I was determined now. The end of the banana pushed at my pussy, held open with my other hand. I moved it, slowly, in and out, getting it deeper and deeper inside, feeling it stretch and fill me. Finally, when it was halfway in, I pointed my phone at my crotch, took a snapshot and sent it. My lascivious night with Mitch was incredible but instead of satiating me, it triggered my sexual appetite even more. And my cravings could only be satisfied by something that I knew was going to be very bad for me. Bad but oh so delicious. Let's be honest, being bad is actually one of the main things that makes it so good.When Mitch tried to convince me to come up to his hotel room, Ibrahim the taxi driver told me to go because I needed to be fucked. There was a look in his eyes that I could.