She started dressing provocatively and became overtly exhibitionist. I could see when she got dressed that she was not wearing any underwear - sheer t...ps deliberately making obvious her pendulous breasts and nipples under sheer fabric, and with pubic displays with knees provocatively apart in front of some man she liked. I could also see she enjoyed me watching her get ready, knowing I was too submissive to say anything. And she loved to make sure I was there to witness the humiliation. She'd. "Mistress Star? Kinda corny isn't it?" Said Ashley with a giggle. And making a funny face."Corny?" I said a little too loudly. "Well shit, it was the coolest name I could think of." I knew I fucked up before I finished the sentence. No fucking way! Great move Michelle. You idiot!Ashley sat bolt upright and looked me right in the eye. I was suddenly extremely self conscious. "The coolest name YOU could think of? Michele, what do you think you're up to?"I was dumbfounded. I just froze. My perfect. "Amy, this is Jake," he said."Oh, hi Jake, are you..." she started."Listen, Amy, I need you to go upstairs and start making arrangements for Mr. Clarkson and I to play a round of golf on Sunday. Call Clarkson's assistant and set it up right away. Okay? Thanks." He ended the call and walked back into the ball room. He watched Amy scramble to find her bearings. She had only a few hours of opportunity to make the arrangements and she needed to do it in her room, where it was quiet. Amy excused. It pulsed as it pressed against him, beating like a heart, and Runt gave him a look as if asking for permission to proceed. Schaffer gripped a handful of the fur on his hip, and pulled the alien into him, the pair gasping in unison as Runt’s rigid member penetrated deep inside him.There was a moment of pain as the organ’s girth stretched him, which soon gave way to a dull pleasure as the two stayed still, growing accustomed to each other’s anatomy before daring to move a muscle. Schaffer could.