Have been masturbating Sir.” She replied softly. “You are a very dirty girl aren’t you Sally?” “Yes Sir.” He knelt down beside her, his...hand still resting on her thigh. “What am I going to do with you Sally?” He asked. “No matter how many times I punish you, you still do it.” “Sorry Sir.” “Maybe it’s time someone else took over disciplining you?” Her gasp was quite audible. He knew just how much she loved the thought of someone else punishing her. “Please Sir. No.” She told him. “Why?”. And they could be admitted to the League of Free Systems, if they hadn’t they were technically off-limits and under protection from invasion and announcement. They could only be surveyed and studied, and then only under the closest scrutiny of an interplanetary team of anthropologists. Of course, there ways around that, but even he, as ruler of the largest single system, didn’t defy the League very often, and then only when he knew he would be able to win the votes needed to succeed in his. Sure, maybe after it had rolled over once or twice. Still, the little bugs were durable as all hell…had to admire that. She slipped by an Oldsmobile–’84 or ’85, she wasn’t sure which–and admired the curve of its bumpers in the same way some women might look at a nice tight ass on a construction worker. She loved cars. It was just that simple. Then she spotted it. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a flash of red in a nearby vacant lot, spotlighted by an old streetlight as it sputtered. On the positive side he always perfumed his pubes so he was making an effort to smell ok and I appreciated that gesture. The next variation Doc Finster had in mind was this bad habit of grabbing my head and pushing down while I was doing my best to blow him, as if his cock was so long, which it wasn’t, and he had to get it as deep as he could down my throat. I don’t know what his problem was, I spent a lot of time giving him head with his balls jammed up against my lips. Anyway, his heavy hand.