But still, I think, I hope, things turned out for the best and we just had to wait this long to be ready for each other.Once we'd gotten past the open...ng shocks in the conversation, I had an epiphany. John was my dom. I was free. Free to be who I wanted, and he would love me. I'd get to give him anything, and bring him happiness for as long as he'd let me, and that thrilled me to my core. As hungry as I was, I couldn't wait for dinner to be over. I wanted to get out and run, or jump around, or. Jezebel was outgoing, sweet, and had the boys going crazy. Jezebel had almost no female friends in high school. She felt they were too bitchy and cliquey.Her friends were almost all guys. She gave girl advice to some of them. She hung out with them like one of the guys. She was a football fan, played video games, and came to appreciate cars.“You’re like a guy’s dream girl!” One of her best friends (and exes) had said. His name was Johnny. She smiled at the thought of that. He was sweet. He was. He was behind her, shoving his cock into her, and slapping her arse. Then I saw the worst bit.She shifted a little, and I saw his boner was right up her bum! Mum was taking the optician up the arse!So that was the "Extra" that Mum had to pay, and what the receptionist had mocked us about. He had demanded to shag my Mum up her shithole! Worse, she'd ended up agreeing to it!It was a bit sick making, to watch his enormous, veiny willy sliding into my Mum's brown bumhole, right there in the. And what would it mean to wrest back command of the mission? She had no way of communicating with Mission Control on Proxima Centauri and she wasn't programmed to desire power for its own sake. With no means of escaping the bounds of a boundless space or of navigating where there was literally no reference by which to navigate, was Beatrice's predicament any less than that of the humans on board the Intrepid?Beatrice decided to seek out the originals of the crew and passengers whose identities.