She pointed the bullwhip at his bare arms, regarding him disdainfully, “I appreciate the prepping can be arduous, but really we must preserve our st...ndards...”“The paddle Miss?” asked the Servant hopefully.Wanda rolled her eyes back theatrically, “Of course...”The Servant shuffled over to the table and picked up a studded wooden paddle which he obsequiously presented to his Mistress.“Well hold this,” Wanda said irritably, holding the bullwhip out. ‘And assume the position.”The Servant took the. He shoved 2 fingers into her snatch and grunted, 'Even a dog would know what that slit is for, twat-face!' - and he stirred her pot a few times before removing and goring his fingers up her entrails while she softly squealed.'Amazing, bitch! You're mighty tight back here for such a loose cunt of a fuck-toilet, and, yes, you're a cunt in the shit-hole, slag!' he said.Beyond the inspiring belittlement of turning up her rump on the street and though a bit startled, Andrea then became even hotter. I expect there'd be lots of alien "tut-tutting" and sad shaking of heads (if I give blurgy-things heads and the ability to "tut" with them). It'd be fun to see how humanity reacts to having its appalling morals pointed out, and seeing an amazing opportunity disappear over the horizon at warp speed because humanity didn't measure up.I wouldn't do anything so obviously fake, but there are many ways the same lesson could be imparted in a far more believable manner. Ambassadors of the Galactic. It was still lying on the lamp table in my living room where Mark had dropped it. I had forgotten all about it!But the money meant little to me. I had something more important on my mind at the moment. I watched the face of the man who was watching me spread my legs. I knew that he had to realize by now that it was not unintentional. My knees were fourteen or fifteen inches apart and my pussy had to be visible to him now.I knew I was having an effect on him. I saw him blush and reach down with.