She smiled real big. She liked the sound of that, predictably. But I set some limits.“You like saying ‘no’, don’t you? No--oo--oo, this, no--o...-oo that,” I mocked. “I don’t like the sound of ‘no’. I’m too politically correct to deal with that. You want something from me, you better ask for it all nice and clear.”“Yes, ma’am.”I gave her a nice slap on the cheek, on the face. Okay, I’m not so politically correct, but we have to make allowances. Anyway, she did.“Yes, mistress,” she purred. She was. Like I said before, I was happy to be the overlord, I didn’t need to tell people how to do their jobs and look over their shoulders every five minutes. Trust is an important issue for me, and I had to show that I trusted them.Greta had seen the animals and talked to Silver, so she claimed the project. She knew how the pens were set up on the ship and what feed and water requirements they had. I knew she would manage it without too much input from me. She also felt it was a good way to get to. He toasted to carnal pleasure, holding her free hand as they sipped the wine. The feel of his hand in hers was exciting, making her chest tingle and her face blush."Don't worry about anything. I'm a professional," Jim said, stroking the girl's bare arm. Robin wondered what kind of "professional" he could be. It wasn't like she was paying him. An older guy's brag, she supposed, to impress her -- as if she needed impressing. She had asked for this meeting herself.The young teen wasn't sure. I reached back, eager to feel his length again, only to be pleasantly surprised by the feel of him undoing his fly. In moments, the velvety feel of the skin of his hot cock met my hand, and I let out a soft coo of appreciation. Nothing felt more arousing to me than the hefty feel a stiff cock, and I eagerly wrapped my hand around it. The temptation to hit my knees was powerful, but that would be far too obvious and we'd be in trouble for sure, so instead I did my best to stroke him, given the.