It was a bit like getting hit in the knuckles by one of those water hoses they use to dig for gold. My whole torso went twisting completely around, an... if this had been my real body rather than my warform, I’d have been dead as fucking shit. As it was, the momentum simply flung my flesh form against the skin of my psionic field with enough force to cause the shoulder blade of my warform to distend like it was a piece of ballistic jello and the Mythbusters had fired an anti-tank rifle into it.. The plug in his ass rocked back and forth by his thrusting, each forward jolt pressing harder and harder against his prostate. He had become so used to being fucked by Gina that he had almost forgotten what it was like to have sex with a woman when she wasn’t behind him. ‘Fuck yes!’ Gina cried out as his pace increased. Her arousal was nearly complete and her legs circled around his hips pulling him deeper into her sex. Knowing it was causing him untold pleasure and pain, she locked her ankles. The painting coach was in love, as she showed great promises as an artist. The seamstress was happy, as she showed some talent in that area.Her sex education was handled mainly by Martha and Hatty. They had to admit that there wasn’t a lot that she didn’t already know. Their job was essentially teaching her refinements. Esther still had a long ways to go, but she was well on her way. She had already had her first three clients, and had charmed them thoroughly.On my return though, all clients. He`s deaf, and he spends his time watching ships and I suspect what he calls ‘courting couples’ he says “for their own safety” in the scrubland round the light… its where he met my mother! I understand it was after she had been dumped by her ex-boyfriend one warm summer afternoon. A helping hand and sympathetic word, a cup of tea and he was in! She always said she was, “a working girl” though she`s never said what she worked at. They never looked back, six months and they were man and wife, and.