It was a leather harnessdesigned to go around her waist and between her legs. Hanging from thecross piece where two lewd devices, each held on by stee... rings. Thefirst a simple short pink dildo designed to go into her cunt. The otherheld up for Carne's close inspection, more interesting. It was a pinkrubber butt plug molded into the form of a human penis complete withraised veins."No, father! DON'T PUT ME IN *THAT*! Can't you see who I am! Can't yousee I'm your son!?" Carne screamed in her. The throb did not start for nothing, so she was sending me telepathic signals, and I was feeling them. I was busy working, so sex was not part of my thought process at that time, but the feeling existed, hard and strong. I momentarily forgot about it when a few minutes later, I received the following text message; “And if opportunity has just knocked in the post office queue?” I responded, my groin feeling that rush of excitement. “ Awesome!” “Really?” she asked. “Really, take opportunity. Perhaps it was Moira’s emotional support, understanding, guidance, and frequent lovemaking. As I got more, her sex buddies got less. The inquisitive me learned that she enjoyed each of her partners a bit differently and that she usually did not screw more than one of us a day. That opened up another avenue of discussion. I had been reading about women having multiple partners and that “sloppy seconds” was a special erotic experience. When I mentioned this to Moira, she related a story about. I expected that I would soon exhaust myself with all the sexual activity being forced on me, but I soon found that the extra stamina with which Jammarree had somehow endowed me with stood up to the rigors of my task.This went on for several weeks, the girls worked well together and outline plans were being made to increase and improve the accommodation. I learned a lot about medical techniques and medicines used on the planets and I acquired the services of a black nurse called Mandy. She was.