After a 30min drive which effectively turned the dildos into vibratingdildos we arrived. We were re-covered and carried inside.We were in some kind o... night club. I saw signs which said "rubberball 2009". Some kind of fetish event. We were positioned around thelarge room which had seating areas, dance areas and a stage. Beforeopening time I was taken to the entrance and a cinema style tray wasput over my shoulders with tickets placed in the tray as people came.The people were fascinating. Some of their missiles will get through. We have already spent ample time thrashing through these issues, let’s see what his Lordship has up his sleeve.”The three women made their way to the boardroom, surrounded by their Marine escort, where Jason was waiting with a table full of pastries that Robert had prepared and they were still hot and steaming from the ovens. Jason poured them an orange juice.“This is the juice of a fruit from Earth and these are some sweet snacks the kitchen has baked. She did the same, looked back and grinned, but now she was unzipping me, still staring into my eyes. She pulled my cock out, and slowly started to wank me in the car. Now the agreement was for me just to give her oral sex. “Wont your boyfriend mind” I asked, secretly hoping she wouldn't say “Oh yes your right, I had better stop”. “No” she said “Ive already text him letting him know my intentions and he is more than happy with it, as long as I tell him all about it later when we are fucking”. As he reached the top, he growled “ah yeah baby, that’s it” as I pushed back into his body. He pulled back out and thrust himself into me again. Over and over he thrust in and out of me. I held onto the cabinet, Brandon fucking me harder and faster. Every thrust was combined with a grunt as if he hadn’t had sex for years. I was panting heavily, maybe even screaming a little bit. I’d forgotten how good he was, how he knew what turned me on, how good his cock felt. I was in ecstasy. Brandon’s.