Now, without breaking the kiss you swing yourself around, until your back is against my chest. Your legs fall to either side of mine as I sit. We are ...earing robes now. White terry-cloth. My hands ride over you as you rotate, and you arch as I let them pass down over you chest and midriff. Your neck is arched back so that we may continue kissing. You moan softly into my mouth.I untie your robe’s belt and pull it open, now my hands glide up and down your ribcage, and over your breasts. Our. I looked forward to the weekend, when we would spend time together. She'd allow me the freedom of her rear garden, the tall fences preventing my escape. Not that I'd ever consider attempting to leave her.On dark nights, she would often walk with me down the quiet country lane outside her home, leading me by a thin leash attached to the sturdy collar that I wore permanently around my neck.The day passed slowly and I ambled around the house, filling the time in whatever way I could until my. .. and she knew that at least a few days' recovery was needed after implants."Mom?" she'd asked, and when Trisha had turned to face her, recoiled in shock. It was as if she'd gotten into a car with a stranger - her mother had a wild, lustful look in her eyes, one that Julia had never seen in anyone but criminals on the news, or drunken jocks at frat parties.When Trisha had smiled, Julia's skin had crawled, and another smell hit her - the smell of sex.Her mother had just been fucked.There's only. She was standing back up when the AI intoned, "Governor Johanes is requesting to speak with James."Bethany sighed. "I guess you need to put him through."A moment later we could hear the man's rough voice. "I need to talk to Private Rabb." He is still sleeping, ' Bethany replied. "The AI just informed us that the medical pod induced an eight hour sleep for him and he won't wake for about two more hours." Who is this?" the scientist growled. "Identify yourself." I am Bethany. James is my.