We sat there for a while before I leaned over to grab the remote she was holding brushing against the side of her breast as I did. I almost froze for...a moment waiting for Bree to say something or get mad, and when she didn’t say anything I found myself thinking she hadn’t felt my hand touch her.I changed the channel to a movie before getting up to grab another beer, when I got back Bree had changed the channel again and set the remote even closer to her breast on her side. It didn’t take much. Mike’s kisses now reached her breasts. Jenny sighed with pleasure. Mike attacked her breasts with a vengeance, kissing, licking, sucking and biting her soft large breasts. He bit down on her nipples while squeezing her breasts. He held them in his hands, teasing and sucking on every inch of them. She moaned with lust, her pussy now soaking wet. “Oh my God, you are so sexy,” whispered Mike. Mike slid down farther, his now rigid cock lying right on her puffy pussy lips. Jenny moved back and. The Brits here call them "delivery-floats" and the name seems to have stuck. The floats were for bigger stuff that wouldn't fit through a kitchen replicator or on a rickshaw. There were larger replicators in the town center, and we used the floats to deliver from there out to people's pods or wherever.The Civil Service and the colony's governor liked to keep concubines busy doing stuff. I was on deliveries while Lupe had a job working in Cammy's, learning to do nails. I kept Cammy's nail parlor. My knees were weak and wobbly by the time the doors opened.You took us to a wonderful restaurant, and as we drove there, you made me slide my skirt up so you could see my legs and my panties. You caressed my thighs and the insides of my thighs, keeping me hot the whole trip. You would rub my panties from time to time and smile when I moaned.You made me sit like that, my skirt hiked up and my legs splayed wide open, the whole way to the restaurant. It was sheer torture, Master, having you touch.