” “But who the hell are you and how do you know me?” I asked again. “Like I said I’m the guy that is going to fuck you and make you my perso...al bitch,” he replied. “Bitch Boy is just a fun handle I use while chatting, I’m not anybody’s bitch,” I said. “You advertised your availability as a bitch when you chose that handle, and my bitch you will be.” he said. I left the chat room shaking and thinking there are some weird ones out there, and one can’t be too careful. Bitch Boy was the fun. Escardis is their colony after all. We need to explain the restrictions the AIs put on who we can ship away from Earth, so they are aware of the limitations on what we can do for them. For example, the AIs are likely to be unhappy about shipping anyone with an 'all infidels must die' mindset off Earth. They would be seen as a danger to the wider Confederacy, given that the Arabs have their own spaceship.We should confirm whether or not the Arabs want to send only intact families to Escardis. If. I HAD kissed a boy before, but I didn't want her to know that."You HAVE to answer. If you don't answer a question, or do a dare you have to be the other person's slave and do whatever they say for an hour." Well, the answer is yes, but I'm going to keep you to your rules," I said with a smile on my face. "Truth, or dare?"With an air of defiance she loudly proclaimed, "Dare!" I dare you to take your shirt off," the words slipped out of my mouth. So much for not wanting to come on too strong.. )I switched from a horizontal stroke to a vertical one, moving from the top of her breasts and down to her thighs, leaving marks all over her torso. Along the way, quite a few of the strokes kissed her pussy, causing her to twitch and moan. Watching her this way was even better than seeing her in the mirror. Her eyes glazed and her head slumped and she was loving and hating what she was feeling.After a bit more of that I told John, “I’ve hurt her pussy, go kiss it and make it better.”He eagerly.