“It has been a while since my slut has had a shower, would you be so kind as to allow him to kneel under where you are going to pee, I think it is s... good for his view on life”Okay I thought no big deal, and with that her slave got out of the car and walked behind his Mistress to where I decided to urinate. I had never done anything like this before and wasn’t sure how it would affect my ability. AS I undid my zip the slave kneeled in front of me and opened his mouth so as he could catch as. During their relatively fast trip here, she had worn a shift almost constantly when the kids were awake, only stripping nude to sleep with Stan. Within seconds, she was asleep and the medical nanites were beginning to probe and do basic repairs.As the kids were lying back in their tubes, five-year-old Hugh remembered something. "De ... Decurion?" Yes, Hugh?" Samantha asked gently."Do you have hockey here? That big, uh, Tribune said to ask." Tribune Whitefeather?" Samantha guessed. There weren't. She beat her powerful wings against the air, straining for altitude. After a half-minute or so, her movements became more graceful as she relaxed her legs and stomach, allowing her body to become more aerodynamic as she picked up some speed.Delighted with her newfound freedom, and forgetting all about how close to sunrise it was, she danced through the air, teaching herself how to barrel roll and fly upside down. She learned that holding her legs straight behind her instead of letting them. . well... I was going to wait until you uh... got finished” stammering like the idiot I was pointing at her velumuis body. “Oh don’t worry about me, besides don’t you want to show me off?” The smile grew wider as I heard her cat like purrs. Without another word I turned onto the road and eyed a fast food place with a drive through window. Miranda was moaning and writhing in her seat. Trying desperately to finish. As I was about to pull in she let out a cry of pleasure that filled the small.