My mind in a dreamlike state, I opened my eyes. I saw we were laying in a grassy meadow bordered by bushes, where the voices were still giggling.“Ly..., please tell me we’re not dead!” I whispered.“No, baby. We call it paradise,” Lyn ground her mound against my dick pleasantly. I reciprocated.“It’s a timeless plane of reality a few witches discovered and help to nurture. Time has little meaning here. We can spend hours here and only moments pass where we were.”"This plane and its inhabitants. When a man supports himself against a wall, and the woman, sitting on his hands joined together and held underneath her, throws her arms round his neck, and putting her thighs alongside his waist, moves herself by her feet, which are touching the wall against which the man is leaning, it is called the 'suspended congress'.When a woman stands on her hands and feet like a quadruped, and her lover mounts her like a bull, it is called the 'congress of a cow'. At this time everything that is. And I responded with a passion that I hadn't known I possessed. But that's what Rob did; he woke up a whole other side of me.It seemed like we kissed like that for ages before he reached around and grabbed my ass with the intent of picking me up and carrying me to the bed. Once there he laid me down as gently as he could before quickly laying down on top of me to continue the kiss. His hands started to blaze a path across my body. One hand moved from its position on my butt to come around to. Something to look forward to.The corporal continued, "Your AI can enforce the dietary rules, and that is already set as the default in all your apartments. You may overrule that default if you wish. Out in the wider base, non-Halal food and alcohol are on the menus, but you can instruct the AIs not to allow your concubines to select those items. The AIs will flag all halal options for you; choices that are not flagged are likely not halal. At best they are doubtful, mushbooh."You will not be on.