They moved in a low-profile manner, changing directions a few times while Mary consulted her GPS.They made their way to a hill over looking the field ...he Synthetic Troops would advance on. The enemy troops would probably not assume a large formation; they were known for their hit and run tactics. They used some aboriginal-type of humanoids for their scouts. A few of some form of shaggy, tall, spindly creatures had been captured. They were from the Rics home world and were their natural. The first stings from the crop come without warning. They were not too hard, just hard enough to arouse and excite. He stopped occasionally to admire his work and rub your ass cheeks and tickle your clit. All this was new and different. You are surprised by how much you like it. The only thing for sure is that you want more. The whipping stops. A moment goes by before you feel something cold being dripped down your crack. He rubs it on your ass. Slowly a finger rubs you like hole as you. As the conversation continued Slave became even more mono toned and her replies simply became only "Yes Miss Cameron." This was very strange it seemed that Slave was not herself any more.Just then Cameron's former maid walked in to collect a few of her belongings that she had left behind. Cameron no longer needed to pay a maid if her sister slave was going to do the work now. It was then that she had an idea, she then snapped her fingers and commanded her slave to go get Maria her maid and have. She sucked into my mouth, tongue finding the taste of herself, and sighed languidly.Amazingly, after my own months of no sex, I hadn’t yet exploded, but I was incredibly happy to see Mae feeling satisfied – truthfully, to give a woman happiness in sex has always been my objective.But now Mae clearly thought more was on offer, and she abruptly raised off me, swung a leg around in a pirouette (almost) and straddled my dick facing me, jabbing herself down once again on my cock before it had even.