I always find it strange why they need to orgasm together for conception to occur," said the rancher as he bent over to inspect the female sub's pussy... still quivering slightly with thick cum pouring out.Jane summoned Michael over and handed him a pair of disposable rubber gloves."Mike, I have to drive into the city for a meeting so I'll need you to close up here ok?" Umm, sure no problem. Ms. Winters."Jane walked over to the rancher, "I'm sorry we couldn't make it happen this time for you. The Æsir had a small golden dagger laid on their chests, the Craebh Ruadh a small branch with blossom on it, the Rutasi a broken spear, Mazdani their axes, Earth Special Forces something symbolic of their unit or country, Azurans a small coin in the mouth, the Veda simply had a white shroud over them as did the wolves, Nosferatu, Yr’ch and Murians.All the survivors had turned up to pay their respects, accompanied by their respective political elements from the Allied Council. Noteworthy was the. He had already beaten me once, for refusing to write the story the first time he ordered me to. The welts have finally started to disappear and I can move fairly well again. Master K had been training me, he said that he was appalled at my inability to obey and act properly. His idea of training was to backhand me when I did something he disliked, or restrain me and use the various toys and devices that he has in the playroom he held me captive in to torture me into submission. He made it. . And this is my lucky husband, Mike.”Mike speaks, his voice an almost David Beckham-like squeak. “I’m Michael Cort, I’m Charmaine’s husband, I’m 43 years old, and I’m a very very lucky man.”Cut to the pair of them walking hand-in-hand through the woods, following our camera, talking in relaxed tones about their inner most thoughts.Charmaine, “We’ve always enjoyed an experimental sex life, some people are bisexual – we’re tri-sexual, we’ll TRY anyone once!” Mike smiles at her joke. “We’ve tried.