I had at least one dependent—if not one concubine—and her name was Dawn. I had picked her up with a pet jaguar—and both disappeared when I was d...spatched to check something strange near the asteroid belt. I wasn't clear what Spots status was—Spots was the jaguar. It was possible that Spots was regarded as one of my concubines even though Spots wasn't human. Or perhaps Spots had sponsor status and nobody told me.But I didn't want for bed mates. When I had a spare few hours I'd sign out a. So I laid there and stared at her beautiful body , I started thinking of things I could do to My Mom like rub her tits and feel her pussy .But I just was so scared I was shaking in anticipation knowing mom would probably not remember anything tonight and this was weighing heavy on my mind I could do it I thought, I could really play sex with my Mom, dam I just had to get her panties off so I could see more so finally I slid down her panties really slow and careful, she didn’t stir a bit so I. Crashing into the waters. So much speed, tumbling, tossing. Rolling across the surface. Over and over, hearing for the first time. You call out in pain, bones breaking. She hears, she cries, she calls out. Rolling over and over, unable to tell up from down. Grasping to the child, shielding him. Water, so much water. Tearing at the child, trying to steal him back. Unrelenting, you will not let him go. Finally, slamming into the other shore. Skin tears, bones shatter. Pain, white hot pain. Tears. Good! Now I want a picture as proof Brent ordered. I got up and turned on a light slide my shorts down then my panties. I laid back on my bed, holding my phone between my legs and took a picture and sent it to him. Good girl was his reply. I couldnt help by smile to myself as I slid my panties and shorts back on. About an hour later he messaged me again asking if it was still in and asking for a picture as proof. This went on until I left the house to meet up with him. It was a warm May night..