Make it hard and fast.” Mom muttered.I obliged instantly and began my maiden fucking eagerly. My hands wandered before gripping mom’s waist giving...me the leverage to let my dick in and out in amazing speed. The brief moments of amusement for mom vanished as mom felt my thunderbolt jolting her pussy. Mom was convinced that I might have stored tones of fantasies about her even before I decided to write the story. I was fucking mom so hard that she was forced to yell out all the time. I was. Jacqueline watches itas she feels its gaze roam over her. How like a man it appears, broad in itsshoulders, bare chest sculpted, bare legs muscled. Beneath the kilt it wearsthere is little doubt as to the form of its hips, its buttocks. So much likea man and more, perfect, designed to be so, unyielding. She is suddenly aware,Jacqueline is, of herself, there before it as it speaks. "Greetings, Jacqueline." She says nothing. The Usahar moves closer, still watching. Its words areritual now. "Are. In time, in time you'll come around. As for Philip, he's got the head for it, the law I mean. Now go over and rescue him. The old judge tends to ramble."Indeed Philip was glad to see her, and the balding judge waved him away. He tried for a kiss and she ducked."Not in public. How'd you do in there? Did he stump you?"Philip chuckled. "Not really, when I fumbled, he filled in the spaces. It was painless. May be done by mid-August and admitted to the bar almost at once. Torts is all I have. Smiling, I marched towards the agents, settling on the commands I would whisper to them. I stopped at the one holding the struggling Paris. I leaned close to whisper, not wanting Paris to overhear what I spoke.With my lips almost touching his, I hissed softly that Master especially couldn’t hear me, “You now serve Justin Sampson. He is your master. Your God. You’ll do anything he says. You will give up your life for him. You are devoted to being his bodyguard, his protector, his servant. You’ll.