"Go."Talia was lying on her back with her eyes closed with a dreamy smile on her face. She opened her eyes, sat up, pulled her helmet off and scratche... her head with both hands. There was a fist- sized crumpled, singed area in the center of her breastplate just above her heart. She took off her armor, stood up and stretched as if she'd just awakened from the best night's sleep that she'd ever had. Her stretching brought the slave ring around her neck into prominence. It had changed from a dull. Ross and Tamala had been his friends since 8th grade. Ross was a young Black kid, 18 tall he was and good looking. Tamala his cousin was the same age and as beautiful and intelligent as any girl in Troy's class. Honor students all they studied together on friday evenings and then usually went out later. Tonight however they stayed in and watched a movie.At 8 Oclock Lucy told them she was retiring to her room and for them to stay as long as they liked. Troy asked her why don't you let Ross go. If the situation were reversed, I would be plenty pissed at him. I was more concerned about the way he was treating you. He seemed to be blaming you for everything. This is, after all, his fault."It struck Lisa odd to hear Brad put the blame on Tom."Well, we are all partly to blame. Tom started it but you and I should not have gone as far as we did. That was mostly my fault but you, as Tom's friend, should have shown more restraint."Brad felt his opportunity slipping away and decided that this. Using most of my available strength, I lumbered over to the glass table just inside the entranceway and sat her down upon it. My prick steamed deeper into her as she leaned backward and moaned that moan of exquisite satisfaction that only a woman being pleasured can emulate. A moment later, Mrs. Bentley was fully impaled upon my prick. ‘AHHH! GOD, YES!’ I hissed, breaking the lip bruising kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the flash of a carriage riding by followed by a gentleman mounted.