..instantly and with complete fervor, you will be severely punished, by whipping, electricity, by our special brand of penis torture, or if resistance...continues, our more extreme forms of torture."She looked at me with her cold eyes...commanding complete attention and respect. "Do you understand me?", she whispered, pinching my nuts between her hand. My eyes were bulged out and I nodded involuntarily...terrified of my vulnerable position...and what they could do to me."If you are a good. Although I knew the girls didn't really mean it, I was embarrassed.Angie was happy when the bus finally arrived and she raced to get on. She stumbled as she climbed the steps, almost falling into the driver. Much to her chagrin, the driver put his hands over his face and said, "Be careful girlie-girl, you could put an eye out!" Angie blushed as she walked down the aisle. All of the seats were taken, so she resigned herself to standing up and holding onto the overhead rail. Angie thought what. Having a conversation without a communication device would have raised questions we don't want to answer at this point. Go ahead, but make it short please.''Of course, Mr. President. As of one hour ago we started batting around the idea of launching a gate to Miklit's home world. There were several pros put forward concerning this idea, but the three outstanding ones were:One: The gate would allow us to transport, Miklit, Pilot and their vessel back home instantly and in one piece. We would do. Fully embedded, the lovers were happy to just enjoy the moment, holding still as each in their own way savored the first time they’d been joined together in this unique union. Sharing a mix of small, light, emotion-filled kisses and long, deep, erotic kisses. Their hips still as their mouths did the work. Until they were done with this, unable to squeeze any more pleasure from kissing alone. Only then did Malcolm’s black ass slowly start to pump up and down. At first moving slowly, sensing this.