Cristy had gotten one more chance to live the fantasy and be the girl she let me believe she was. The rules were simple. She was to dress like a slut ...nd leave her tits and cunt exposed, she was to respond favorably to any and all advances and fuck anyone who wanted her, and finally, she was to introduce herself as slut Cristy, address me as Master, and do anything I told her to.I had spent the week preparing her by teasing her to the brink and then denying her release. I wanted her to be so. This was going to be an effort to insert and I wanted it to go as smoothly as possible.I marveled at the size of the thing, but it wasn't as big as me and I knew she could handle it.I waited for her to really relax."Take a couple of deep breaths and relax as much as you can, I'll be a gentle as possible, honest."She did exactly that, and I did as promised. I exerted a steady firm pressure on the base of the thing, but pushed it in very slowly. It was pretty erotic watching the black cone. These I understood: they were so like the images that Meriah had of me. My images of Meriah were more general and diffuse and tended to focus on qualities rather than body parts. I digress.Alexis Hume was an officer in their Space Marines, attached to the Destiny. That was a branch of the human military, which was a group of people who were assigned to defensive and offensive fighting encounters. As such, her thoughts concerning space were mostly of assignments and missions and various planets. In the end, she was surprised she managed to hold on for so long, mind Mr Jones seemed to sense when it was close and stopped rubbing for a moment. Not the last time though, the fingers almost like a piston went up and down getting quicker with each motion as her face contorted like she was in agony, not the extreme pleasure she was feeling throughout her whole body. Then it came shooting out, the first two white thick globs did anyway as they landed on the floor by the wall. Mr Jones continued.