I was relishing in the action of the tentacles and suckers and was in two minds whether to use the function. I would have been happy to just spurt out...the end of the device and tell it to stop.But, intrigue got the better of me.I was breathing quite heavily and pulsing my cock in tune to its actions of sliding and squeezing. It was a beautiful wank and it was hands-free. But the word suck left my mouth.At first, I was devastated. The device seemed to stop, but in fact, had only repositioned. So I can imagine you asking me what would be my perfect fantasy for being watched and then watching. There are two of these.I like young inexperienced men who are turned on to my looks, body shape and have erections. I like to imagine being in a wood when a young man sees me walking and has a large tent pole in his shorts. This makes me flood with wetness and since there is no one around I raise my skirt and slip to my knees and stand still with my legs wide apart facing him which stops him. I. Not that I expect I'd ever get the chance. Men who are that evil just don't score well on the CAP and I can't imagine anyone dumb enough to take them as concubines. I guess I can feel confident that they will be Sa'arm droppings in a few years.That is one thing that many of the people here on Wadi believe. We expect that humanity will go on, and even accept that Earth might be able to fight back against the Sa'arm and eventually kick them off, but after the fight we've had here, we expect. Revulsion filled me. I had sworn never to have anything to do with that man, and now here, in my bed, was his daughter! ‘I think you need to leave now,’ I said quietly, barely able to contain my rage. I reached over and tossed her clothes. ‘But Al!’ ‘Out, get out of my house, now!’ With tears streaming down her face, Morghan got dressed and left the house. It wasn’t until I heard her car drive away that I gave into my own grief. Two months, it had been two months since that horrible.