That was part of the mess - it was Michael's body. God, what a mess.They were stuck together - literally.Sometime during the night Michael's semen had...leaked out of her and their thighs were now stuck together. Oh, it wasn't quite 'Superglue' stuck together, but it was certainly more stuck together then a "post-it" note. And there had been a lot of semen last night. Stacey couldn't help but smile... damn, she had come so many times. Michael had come too, more then once. Oh yeah, there had been. "At least the bastards have somewhere they can go."Tamara couldn't really dispute the logic of her mother's assertion. Palestine continued to exist as a state with real territory, but only the most romantic fool would genuinely prefer a radioactive wilderness to the relative security of the Republic of England. There was no need here to wear a mask to shield one's lungs from radioactive dust. No need to use a Geiger counter simply to decide where to settle down for the night. Even the hardiest. I wonder… he thought to himself.“Bridgette, you say that you are mine to command and anything I wish you will grant me. What all does that entail, exactly?” he asked, trying to be as tactful and polite as he could.“Anything you wish, Master. Anything you desire, you need only wish it,” she said.“Even you?” he asked, finally having to be blunt.Bridgette smiled, lowering her head a bit but still looking at him coyly, “Yes, Master… even me.”Tony felt his cock stir at her words. It had been awhile. Goddamn, she was warm, wet, and tight! I was sorely tempted to finger my daughter for my pleasure, not hers, but reason and sanity overcame impulse. I removed my hand, took up the latex erection, and pressed it to her, she spread her legs wider then reached up and grabbed a second pillow to put under her head, from the higher elevation she could see what I was doing. “This might hurt a little,” I cautioned; her eyes flickered understanding then she nodded. I took a breath, my cock flexed,.