There was no reply, nor was one expected, but, one after the other, the ships began a series of jumps to the Empire and the new killing fields.The Imp...rial world of Reton was a pleasant place to live. The Imperial subjects were generally happy. There was a good deal of trade in the mostly compacted nanotronic devices that made up the various control systems in various ‘machines’ on a host of Imperial planets. There was also a small but growing agricultural sector providing ‘real’ food for those. Megan placed the scarf over my wife’seyes making sure the blindfold was secure then sheremoved some black rope like cords from the bag andthrew them over the thick wooden beam that ran acrossthe width of the living room.“Andy would you be so kind as to give me, a hand movingyour coffee table please,” said Megan. “Certainly,” I said, getting out of my chair to lendMegan a hand.Once the table was placed under the wooden beam I satback down in the chair again. The daughter was about 20, overweight and under-dressed in the way that so many poor southern women are. Mom was also overweight but carried it well. I don't want to say they were white trash, but close to it. Mom got in the back seat, her daughter in the passenger seat beside me. Even though my car was officially a 4 seater, it was a sports coupe, so the back seat left mom a bit cramped and definitely pushed up close to us.We talked about where to go (thankfully, they were headed my. Make that dirty mouth of yours do some honest work," my wife snarled.She grabbed my head and pushed it into her crotch. It tasted of piss, her cum and Tommy’s spunk. I know I should have been utterly disgusted, but I found enjoyment in the depravity of it.“That is too much Margo,” Tommy pleaded.“Why? This dirty bastard has had affairs, he doesn’t think I knew. But I had to ignore the taste of another woman’s cunt under his foreskin,” Margo replied angrily. “Make me cum,” my wife commanded.She.