Mr. Farrell shook his head, “No, lunch I gave them an extra-long lunch today. We have plenty of time.” He put the camera on his desk and grabbed a...small video camera that he set up pointing towards Rachel.He freed his erection from his pants, which was still hard from when he absolutely obliterated her throat ten minutes ago. Rachel was astonished by the size. It was almost as long as her forearm. She couldn’t believe she’d taken that thing all the way down her throat. She’d almost blacked out. So, she was thinking that this could be the way to return things to the beginning and make it the way they were. All those thoughts going through her head, questioning her decisions and moves. Damn, I fucked up my liner. No, I am too nervous for this shit. He is not even going to notice everything on me. Why the hell am I doing this? She took a deep breath and looked herself in the mirror. No, fuck it, you are going to give it a try, you know, just to be OK with yourself, you will know. My mother hadn't known that theVorge were privy to my birth records. But of course it was common knowledgethat thirty percent of Herma's population were Hermaphrodites. That wasprobably why he felt safe in treating the servants as trash beneath hisfeet. Now, my little sister Keya was to be the Crown Princess, in line toinherit our mothers throne."Alexa, how did you get installed in the ships computers?" One of the drones plugged me in four months ago under orders from Firstofficer Reed, before. They consisted of a pair of handcuffs and a whip. I forced him to strip down to his jockstrap and turned him around so that his bare ass was facing me. I put the handcuffs on him a whipped him until his ass was cherry red. I turned him back around, ripped the jockstrap off of him, and forced him to his knees. I pulled my big dick out of my jeans and forced him to suck it. "Ohh yeah, baby," I said between moans of pleasure. I grabbed his head and started to face fuck him, I forced him to take it.