The sponsors share a pod and jointly assume control of, and responsibility for, all the concubines of both sponsors.”Paul and Chelsea shared a long ...ook. They silently agreed they would have a chat with the AI very soon, even though neither had any concubines yet. If nothing else, it would get her moved into his pod, instead of living in the Marine’s cramped, improvised barracks pod.“A transfer to Frigia is sounding better and better,” Chelsea whispered to Paul.While they continued chatting,. I walked back to the station that evening, trying to burn off the anger and anxiety stored inside me. I stood and stared at the pit.The offending fluid had long since been cleaned and the pit was clear once again. My anger wouldn’t subside. The pit had to go. Suddenly, I recognized the steps were too steep and too shallow. I should have seen that before. How many times had Jurgen, Shelly, and others been up and down those steps? Why didn’t I notice? There was a solution, I knew. A hydraulic. The pleasure rippled through my body.I came closer and closer to that powerful explosion.That incestuous rush at being united with my sun. My clit throbbed every time he buried into me. His pubic bone ground on my bud. Sparks flared. My pussy clenched around his withdrawing cock. He groaned into my mouth.Then he slammed hard into my cunt and massaged my clit again.My fingernails clawed his back. I trembled beneath him. My Master buried into me with hard strokes. Powerful plunges. His cock. Suddenly, he felt the mental climax, only this time it was very different. There were almost different layers to it this time. Additionally, as soon as it hit, he came himself, unloading blast after forceful blast into Jeanette’s waiting mouth. He knew she was feeling the mental orgasms as well, and she moaned with the pleasure as she felt the physical element of her lover’s pleasure, as well as the mental one from the wish fulfilled.Brandon limped back, drained in almost every way possible. He.