“Speak. Why no House or clan name?” She placed her hand, the one without the knife, on my shoulder. Her fingers were easily able to grasp around i..., the grip surprisingly gentle as she made skin contact for the first time. She pushed downwards. Not following her lead would undoubtedly end in dislocated bones for me so I obliged, sitting down on a thick bear pelt.“Because I don’t have either. No House. No Clan. I was raised by humans, humble farmers who found me in their hayloft, nearly frozen. " Ok, well, let's start."She stood up, putting her wine glass back on the coffee table. "As you like my bottom so much, we can do something called spanking. Have you ever heard of that?"I thought for a moment."Well, I think I've read about it, but the idea never really turned me on. I don't mind trying," I said."Good," mom replied. "Now, I'm going to stand with my hands resting over the fireplace mantelpiece, with my ass out a bit, and I want you to give my ass cheeks a smack with your. In some instances, other than a mottled camouflaging color, there seems to be no effort to hide or protect the eggs. Pretty much a 'stop and drop' approach, probably near a food source."Marshal Pope clearly was not happy, "Still, worse, some of the behavioral scientists believe that during colonization, optimal survival behavior would have the Sa'arm randomly lay their eggs at other sites just on the chance they would find food."We are going to have to track forward and back from every known. It was bothering me, annoying me. I pinched her nipples hard and twisted them like buttons, she moaned and screamed my name. I took my cock out and she was on all fours, licking my shaft, sniffing my balls and sucking it in. others were playing with her breasts and spanking her ass, while she focused on making me cum with her tongue. She moaned as I held her by her hairs and pushed my dick deeper in her mouth as I came.She tried to swallow all but ended up spilling some on her breasts and then.