Once I was in my apartment I carried the girl to my bed and unwrapped her. I looked at her body and shook myself before waking her. She looked around ...hen she woke, "master?"I reached between her legs to finger her bald cummy slit, "dead and gone."She shuddered and humped, "am I your cum dump now?"I smiled and sat as I continued to finger her, "did you want to be?"She groaned and spread her legs, "yes."I stood and stripped before moving onto the bed and between her legs. I kissed her and lifted. Dey groaned as she woke up. Her muscles ached from a night of running, tugging, kicking and swearing. Her face felt grimy with salt and she blinked grit from her eyes as she sat up. Xee was sprawled on the bed next to her. The slender Huntress hadn’t taken the storm particularly well, considering the fact that she came from a world where the only liquid was helium-3. And helium-3 didn’t rain, or sleet, or splash. It just writhed.And wriggled.And... Dey blinked.Her palm wasn’t resting on the. Suddenly, Babs stretched out on the ground moaning and quaking with me following her down to the ground. I lasted three more strokes and came hard pumping cum deep into her backside. We rolled to our sides spoon style and held each other as we calmed down. She moved around and down. She sucked my cock and I found she had packed wet naps in my backpack. I wiped her butt gently but thoroughly. We stood and brushed each other off before pulling our clothes back into place. We resumed our trek. They thought that nobody important was back there.As Hank climbed a spiral staircase to his office, he noted that the sky car had parked and that FOUR people had disembarked—and that there were three more people inside the sky car. Hank's slave secretary, Nancy, greeted the four people. Using his Palm Slave, Hank identified the people who stepped out of the sky car. The slave secretary was petite and showed no signs of having borne Hank Dalton two children over the past seven years. She had.