“Webster, what is with the avatar?” I typed.“I have adapted to my new role, Medieval Times Advisor,” he answered in a confident tone. “I am ...ore than a construct for running an interstellar spaceship. My function has expanded.”Any semblance of sleep fell off me. Our tumble through the wormhole had affected him more than I had believed. My mother was the A.I. expert not me, yet I felt certain he had developed a split personality. If it were a logic error, then could signal an upcoming breakdown.. "Oh," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you bad."With all his strength and weight, he leaned into me. The head of his cock forced its way through my anus with a tearing, burning pain. He eased back, then drove forward again and again and again, each thrust driving him deeper into my bowels, each thrust feeling like a rod ringed with nails was being hammered into my ass. I felt something warm running down my leg. blood, I assumed.Maybe the blood helped, I don't know, but. Mistress started to moan as my tongue went down from her clit, slowly sliding its way down her slit to her hot, moist pussy and started to lick her pussy. I licked her pussy, plunging my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices. Tasting every ouce of her tasty, sweet juice. Sucking on her lips as my tongue probed her inside.Mistress grabbed my head by my hair and pulled me into her pussy. Rubbing her pussy up and down on my face, moaning with a fierce desire and need to release. I plunged. I watched as she worked the tight jeans down over her wide hips, wiggling side to side. Her panties came down with her pants, and I took a deep breath as I admired her pubic area. Dirty blond hair, trimmed to perfection.I took the bottom of her shirt, slowly raised it, and she responded by lifting her arms. While the shirt passed her breasts, it caught the bottom of both, they lifted and then dropped down with a bounce, as I pushed past them. Their enormous beauty surprised me, even though I.