Tanyee withdrew her hand when Amanda rolled onto her back. She splayed her legs, her damp sex glistening. Tanyee straddled her on all fours and spread...her own knees apart. Amanda reached between them and lightly stroked Tanyee's slit.This was a ritual that Tanyee had shown her, a way that they prepared themselves for Master Duric by insuring they were already thoroughly aroused when they greeted him. They continued until both of them were very wet and panting lightly. They withdrew their hands. After laying Beth back down on the bed, she mentally traced her mind up and down her sister’s body, removing collections of sweat and other accumulations and teleporting the stuff several decks down, onto the dirt floor in the arborium for the plants. ‘At least the plants can benefit from my stupidity.’Béla gazed down at her comatose sister. She was looking a little better, she hoped. At least, some of the lines and wrinkles in her skin were disappearing as her sister was being nourished with. Then she shifted her mouth to the crown of Michaela’s head, vacuuming up the errant seed in the girl’s hair. Michaela licked Fatima’s neck and continued to let her captor take the lead. When Fatima resumed kissing Michaela, the female captive responded, their mouths and lips working in tandem. They just stood there, the ravished girl and her female captor, kissing and caressing each other for several long minutes. Michaela moaned into Fatima’s mouth as rapist and captive stroked each other’s. I was ready for some sleep when the milky drink came round; I reckon that my eyes were shut before the main ward lights went out.Monday morning was notable (at least as far as the nurses were concerned) because I had my first bowel movement since the operation. The staff nurse asked several embarrassing questions about my 'stools', inspected my wound, and then expressed her satisfaction. Luckily she was older than my mother – if it had been one of the young student nurses, I'd probably have.