“Please don’t make this harder!” She begged. He rewarded her with another slap.“What have we taught you about telling us what to do?”The red...faced mother hung her head. “You and Tommy make decisions for me.”“And?” Robert menaced her with a raised palm.“I’ll earn a beating.” Tears flowed into her eyes.“Pull down your panties and lean over Tommy’s desk.”The subdued housemom pouted like a little girl. She reached under her skirt and dragged her white panties to her ankles. They made it difficult. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress; for whom, too, 'loads' would beworshipped (both hers and his), her every whim, however humiliating,obeyed without question on command.The Grey time travelers, clad in their bio-mechanical suits, "forever"scramble to make things right. Each change, each tweaking of events,however seemingly insignificant, indelibly changes the timeline; sometimesfor. He slowed the passing of his fingers to allow the finger to push a little deeper. "Your natural fluids are coming from inside you, they're more slippery them the soap" he said and smeared the juices up onto the lips and eventually onto her clit. "I don't want to stop yet, I want to keep playing with you making you feel nice. It makes me feel nice to make you feel good and I know it feels good to you or your body wouldn't be making the wetness, I'm not ready to stop yet but if you say the. " Okay." Fuck you!" Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me."Let's play. I'm just getting warmed up."I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meagervictory."Three to one, bitch!" she howled, dancing with excitement.I could tell she was starting to get buzzed. Surprisingly it was makingher play better however and after she grabbed another drink we jumpedinto our fifth game."Hey," I said halfway through the game. "How come we never hooked up?" What?" Why.