He didn’t want her upset with him.“No, no, honey, of course not. If it’s what you want?”“But do YOU want it for me as well?”“Yes, ma’a...,” he said, unconsciouly slipping into his most obsequious mode.“Good. Maintain the thought. Okay?”“Yes, ma’am. I’m just not sure which one of the…uh…men I should ask.”“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell you who I want to sponsor us tomorrow evening. I need to get to know a third one, and then after that I’ll tell you who to approach. Okay?”“Okay,” muttered. Or Mistress Pamela and Betsy wetsy as they called each other after today's therapy. The sight of little Pamela dressed in jeans and a mans shirt pulling the half dressed blonde was priceless. Pam's sweater was so tight around Betsy's big braless boobs that it threatened to burst at the seams. And the pleated schoolgirl skirt that hardly fit Pam gaped open at the side and was so short it barely covered the freshly spanked rear of the red- faced dyke. I had used one of her sneaker laces to tie. Malok had promised me that my livestock would arrive in about a week from when I arrived. I would need a place to put them when they got here.Since I discovered my friend had a special talent, I found out that apparently it was not just effective against humans. He had convinced the members of the Consortium who were running the experiment that all of the composite material used to make the pod were "not of my Earth" and therefore, alien in origin. Malok had successfully argued that anything. I had relaxed again and was enjoying the cock on cunt feeling, when Diane leaned forward to snog me. We were sliding lips on lips and tongues over and in each other's mouths when Diane parted lips, looked behind her and said, "Michael, I want you to lick my anus, really lick my brown eye." Michael leaned forward and stuck his face between her ass cheeks. I heard Diane hiss as his hot tongue probed her brown hole. She was getting a little double penetration and was loving it. It was strange as I.