Greg looked up andsearched Fazeel's eyes for an answer."You have two choices girl..." Fazeel chuckled. "You may either stayhere on Zhor or you may ret...rn to your Earth and help me. If you stayhere you will be nothing but an object, a powerless plaything of men.You will brol like a slut for decades, perhaps centuries. On your Earthyou will remain relatively free and perhaps maintain a semblance of yourformer life. The choice is yours."Greg felt her heart beating faster at the promise in his. I didn't try to hide the fact that I thought her boobs were something special.Finally I made my choice and we went to the checkout register. It took her a while to ring it up, register the warranty, and take care of payment, all the while I was leaning over the counter daydreaming of diving into her cleavage. At last she gave me the paperwork and explained about the delivery and only then seemed to realize what I had been staring at. Maybe it was because as she explained the transaction, my. That is when I lower my arms again and start to bend over. My hands find their way to the back of my thighs and move slowly upwards, lifting my skirt again, but this time it stays up, resting on the small of my back. My thumbs find the waistband of my panties and slip underneath, maybe just an inch, and are pushed carefully down at the same time as I straighten my back.He is not able to see what is uncovered. My skirt slides back down as I rise back up. It follows my hands and the edge of my. She had broken Tanya’s hymen herself so that Tanya would enjoy sex with me her very first time and probably have an orgasm too. She had taught Tanya to masturbate, how to use a vibrator, a dildo, and even a butt plug. My wife had taught Tanya how to make love to another woman for her thirteenth birthday. She had spent the last year preparing her for me. Tanya enjoyed her mother giving her baths, douches, and even enemas. Tanya learned to apply just enough makeup to add to her natural beauty..