It was that rush of feelings that had given him the idea to perfect what had become his fetish, and what he was about to do with this girl.Moving his...hand further up her leg, he discovered that she was indeed wearing panties, well a thong at least, but that her dancing with the other girl had got her aroused and her pussy was already wet. He grinned. Perfect.He moved gently. Sudden movements magnified sensation, and could break a mood, spoil his fetish.He slid her skirt up, until her ass was. Had we done something to displease the empress belle and myself looked to each other looking for an answer when our mistress then stood up and spoke. “You lay face down there” she was pointing at me “And you girl sit there beside him and wait” she said to belle who did as she was instructed The next 20 or 30 seconds was strange I heard nothing and could see nothing, then I felt a warmth run over my buttocks and down the crack of my ass. “Massage that in well girl get him ready” mistress. ”The restaurant was the kind of elegance to which I was not at all accustomed. The room service hamburgers were more my style. But Marcia had traveled and had lived on a higher plane than me. Being a “kept man” rankled my pride. Like any meeting where something hovered over the conversation things needed to be addressed that amounted to three elephants in the room: my objection to being a male who couldn’t pay his own way, her relationship with Jerry and the obvious—were gangbangs a way of life. “Well my mother was human, but I have no idea what species my Father was. I spent a good 15 years or so researching all I could about every alien species known to man, trying to find any kind of clue, but I found nothing.” he said, sighing.“But as a side effect of that, you know a lot of history about a lot of aliens?” Calara asked.“Yes, basically.” John nodded.“Handy fellow to have around then.” Sparks said, grinning at him.“Yes I agree. Ladies, I think we should keep him” Alyssa said.