I could imagine a control room somewhere, perhaps in some sort of interstellar spaceship, with dozens of project officials standing around, bored out ...f their minds while I rutted with their messenger. As far as I knew, the messenger I was so enjoyably fucking was some sort of android or else she might be an eight-tentacled monster with vicious fangs, poised to chomp my head off at the end of the project. When it all came down to it, what difference did it make? At the very least, I was. More ... please,” she said between breaths.Even though Kal was hard already, hearing her beg seemed to send another surge to his overgrown cock. Teasing her lips with his tongue he spread the lube and gently massaged her backside, giving her clit a few good swipes he slid one finger inside then a second a few moments later. As he prepared a third she clenched and pulled away. She raised her head up and Kal met her gaze, “That’s enough, I want you inside me and I want to feel myself stretching. I was told to punish you too.”Emily asked, “What do you have in mind?”I replied, “Well I could blister your cute little asses or I could just admire them until you go home.”Evelyn said, “Well if it’s our choice I would rather you just admire my ass.”Elizabeth said, “Me too, sir. Please.”Emily said, “Well I sure don’t mind if you look at mine. That’s sort of why we came here dressed like this in the first place.” Then the three girls laughed.I had to smile at them. Those sweet little wenches had. Now quite down. I need to go change. Good Night!!! said Mrs. Bush. A minute later. The door opened. Hello! I said. Mrs. Bush head turned. What are you doing in here? This is my bedroom. I thought you left and went back home. You cant be here. My husband down stairs. My girls are down the hall. You better leave. said Mrs. Bush. I smiled. Put your costume back on young man. You cant be in here all naked, with your big cock like that. What are you doing? Why are you moving to the end of the bed..