I stop trying to answer and feel the hard bite of your teeth into my shoulder making me groan. “Are you mine,” you again growl into my ear. “Y...s, god, yes,” I quickly reply. “Say it!” “I-I’m y-yours,” I stammer. “Better,” you praise as you loop the gag over my head and into my mouth, “with that resolved I think it is high time I remind you.” You start slowly pulling my pants down to my knees as you kiss my belly. I wonder why you are leaving my panties on. It’s not like I’m wearing a pair. ”We sat, cross-legged on the floor, facing each other. I leaned toward him until our foreheads touched. He wrapped his antennae around my head and again I fell into a trance -- an out-of-body, floating experience. I don’t think I was under his thrall for very long -- maybe now that he knows my language, learning my writing is easier for him. Or, maybe his telepathy is better tuned into my thoughts.I snapped out of it, stood and showed him what I had written. He scanned it, smiling and. She’d originally shifted her schedule when her family was younger, but now enjoyed having some extra time before dinner. With all of the activities lately, Cyndi felt like she’d been on the run for weeks. This was the first afternoon that she found herself with a few minutes to just relax. She kicked off her heels and went upstairs to her bedroom to change. She was soon stripped down to just a bra and panties and lay down on the bed for a minute. She started thinking about her lunchtime. “I just try to do what I think you’d do in the same circumstances,” I told him.“I don’t always manage to make the right decision,” he answered.“You did when you married Mum,” I replied.He turned his head towards me, looking quizzical.“You told me that story a while ago Dad, remember?” I asked.“Of course,” he replied, “I did, didn’t I. I wouldn’t want that to get out.”“It won’t from me Dad,” I assured him.That’s good son, thank you.”We pulled up outside the church hall and Dad helped me get my.