His last words to me were:"They don't sell rheostats in supermarkets."I had nothing to add.I presented myself at the Prof's pad at seven the next morn...ng, as instructed. He was his usual picture of sartorial elegance clad in a green brocade smoking jacket, threadbare jogging pants and flip-flops. He grabbed my arm with a scrawny claw and dragged me through to his workshop. What little floor space there once had been was taken up by a large silver dome-shaped affair. It looked a bit like one of. ”“I have all the pussy I want,” I groaned, my mother’s mouth sliding up and down my cock. That warm, wet sheath caressed me. Her tongue danced over my shaft.“Yes, he does,” Lasla moaned, hugging me from behind. Her round breast rubbed into my back. “He’s a stud who doesn’t need anything more.”“Sorry,” I said, shrugging. “This is what I crave.”Annoyance flashed over Princess Naryu’s face. Then she flounced onto her back, her short, black hair swaying about her face. She grabbed both her nipple. The slaver heaved and thrust, harder and harder as his face behind his scraggly beard began to turn red and he emitted grunts that announced his proximity to orgasm. Victoria too felt the strange pleasure grow, hot and pulsing like the pain. She tried to hold back, enraged that her body would dare defy the orders of its mistress, the brain, but she had no control. Suddenly, with an especially brutal thrust, the filthy Northman came with an a****l roar, spewing his thick, white seed into her. “Speaking of which, are you sure you don’t want me to drive you over,” Thia asked.“No thanks, you are going to bring me home that is more than enough. Rose wants to do it, so let her.” I said.“God knows she owes you,” Thia said.“She doesn’t owe me anything. Things just came together, so that I could help,” I said.“And ended you up on the cripple list,” Thia said.I shut up and turned away when she said that. “I’m sorry dad. I didn’t mean it that way. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”“Good,.