After this, I didn't see her for two weeks. I missed her, I missed lusting after her. One day, that all changed. My manager walked up to me and handed...me a grocery list from a customer. I was to collect it all and deliver. You see, we are a small grocery store, not a big chain, and we serve a small town. I asked who the customer was, my managers response?Mrs. Michaels.My heart started racing, I was going into the lions den. I fantasized about what could happen to me once I got there. Before I. ”“They will,” he said, “because there’s no way to know. We’re two adults living together, sharing a house, cutting expenses ... Any place we go, we won’t be copulating in the public square...”“I’d copulate with you anywhere...”He laughed. “You’ve always been Little Miss Modesty and now you’d do your brother in the park in broad daylight?”“I never knew you’d do THIS with me and we’d be so stinkin’ GOOD at it together.”“Still ... in public, we’re brother and sister with common interests, at least. She wasn’t judging us and she didn’t seem concerned about what just happened.The expression on Master Thorne’s face suggested he had entirely run out of patience with us. Unlike Ruthie, he definitely was judging us and we had not measured up. I had not handled my slave and my slave had done the unthinkable faux pas of launching her butt plug out of her ass after an unbridled outburst of laughter.I felt the old master’s eyes burning into me as if he were enjoying my bewildered indecisiveness. He. Not the clumsy Martian Drone type, but hybrids like the goddesses, with fully functional nervous systems, which meant that sex would now be possible, which she expected the ancient Veragoans would likely enjoy after the last few thousand years with no available females. They would even be able to fly!The Golden Goddess had promised Miss Chiapanni some alone time with her after dinner – not for sex, surprisingly. The biogenetic student wanted to study the goddess, and had brought a bag full of.