”“I’m-I’m sorry…” Alissa sounded absolutely ashamed, near crying, yet again.I gave it a pause. Was it that bad that she was looking for wa...s to please me?“It’s ok. It’s not like you offended me or anything. Thinking this through… What are you?”“I’m.. Yours?”“Mine, yes. But my what?”“Your slut…”“You are my slave, baby girl.”“Y-yes…”“So, maybe you are right. Calling me Master suits the purpose.” “Ok, Master.”“Are you glad that I called you, sweetheart?”“Yes, Master.”“Are you happy that even. With one, black nail-polished hand firmly gripped round my erection, the other splaying open her juicy, red pussy with middle and forefinger, Megan says, in a near whisper, “Micheal, I want you to realise that whatever follows from here on, I cannot take any responsibility for.” That near-whisper voice she'd use on me at work when she wanted to flirt... blueballing me... I gathered my senses together enough to ask, “Responsibility? For?” Letting the head slowly 'pop' in, she said, “Mmmmmmmmm. Marilyn smiled and remarked that the night was young and all manner of things were bound to happen. Straining against the lace of my panties and the pressure of Jennifer's hand my cock began to throb. My cock head was tender and sensitive to the deliberate movements of Jennifer's the fingernails as they pulled and scraped across the rounded dome. Jennifer moved her hand lower, grabbing my balls, grinding them in the rough fabric. She then pulled up sharply on the ribbon Marilyn had tied. That told me that there was some protection mechanism at work to preserve the secrecy of the location of the planets. We were sure of the general location, as I was sure the source of the dreams were coming from a ship orbiting the general location of the planets, but try as they might, they couldn't lock on. We refused to teleport her 'back home' if we couldn't guarantee with near 100% certainty that she would actually get there.It was less critical to get her home right away than it had been..