She stuck out her tongue and started licking up the hot cream that oozed from Frank's cock. Frank and Don exchanged grins. There was no jealousy betwe...n them, because nobody was left out of the fun. It was just one happy little orgy."Girls," Don said hoarsely, "this is a terrific idea." Yeah, it sure is," Frank panted. "It's outrageous, but it's working!"Now there was nothing left to do but have fun. The women had won their men over to their kinky idea. Vicky and Joan gorged themselves on hot. "What?" I snap at him."You just look pissed." I am." He's silent for what seems like a long time. Then he comes over and kneels in front of me."Sir, that's like my job, right?" What is?" You need an outlet, you use me."I glare at him. I have abused our relationship in the past but that's the exception not the rule. "Alex. You are not a punching bag. What the fuck, you think I like hittin' you? Shit, I hope ta hell every time I do it, it's the last but it ain't. You like bein' hit. I do it. “Hey, Natalie. How advanced is alien technology? Far more advanced than you human’s technology. For example, we already have flying cars. Do y'all have flying cars? No, not that I know of. Well, that's one way our technology is better. Now, are you hungry? Yes, but I know aliens don't serve human food. Wrong. As I stated before my family was brought on human culture. So we have human food don't worry. You just relax okay. Okay. Natalie walks into the kitchen while subconsciously shaking her. ‘They killed my mother, too,’ Glade reminded her. ‘But hers was a lesser death. My mother was the chief of our village. If the bastards hadn’t attacked our village I might well be chief now. Indeed, now that my mother is dead I am the chief. But it’s a hollow claim. The village of which I am chief is now the haunt of hyenas and vultures and my people are enslaved. I detest the Knights. They steal everything. They stole their religion from Quagga’s tribe. They stole the art of flint-knapping and.