I fell asleep immediately.In the shadowy state between sleep and consciousness, I found myself cuddled with my lover. My hand was resting on something...soft and warm. I squeezed. It was soft, pliable and fit comfortably in my hand. I rubbed my thumb across it. Nipple! It was a breast. I caressed it again. My cock inflated as I thought about making love to her.I pressed myself against her back and kissed her shoulder. I opened my eyes and kissed Penny again. That is when I realized. I wasn't with. Orshe is the Mother and I am a little child. Either way sheis always in control of the game. I have submitted to this format too long to changewithout upsetting my Mama Dom. She loves to pull me closeto her in the car, in a parking lot, wherever we are, andgive me tongue kisses that excite me so much I can hardlycope with anything because I’m wondering when–how soon–we will be in a room alone where she will satisfy me. Shealways leaves our sessions making sure I am. “Ow!” she said, freezing in position. I still hadn’t felt any blockage.“Are you okay?” I asked.“There was a sharp pain,” she said. “It burns.”“I didn’t feel anything,” I said. “But it was probably what was left of your hymen. They can break on their own.”“I know,” she said. “I’m okay.”To prove her point, she raised her petite body back up and again crashed down on my cock. My mind shattered in ecstasy.“Aaah,” I called out. “Mmm...just stay there for a minute,” I said, holding on to her hips.I. And I had stocked them with every delicacy available. The communications room also held state of the art radio, video equipment. You could access everything from the FN council chambers to the simplest garbage scow in orbit. But the center piece was the living quarters. Specifically, the picture window. A 3 meter by 3-meter window looking out on the docking area of the station. And by luck, framed perfectly in that window was the ‘Queen Anne Revenge’.My goal had been to tempt the pirate leader.