"am I early?" I asked. "no you're right on time." she replied. She lead me to the living room. Watching her walk around in that towel gave me a raging...hard on. We sat down and talked. "how have you been?" I asked. "I'm doing alright.I've been divorced for fifteen years. I tried dating but couldn't find anyone I could be intimate with." she replied. I couldn't believe that she went fifteen years without having real sex. I think she saw the bulge in my pants. "come with me." she said leading me. A whisper escapes your mouth. "Please, what are you...," but the sentence is rudely interrupted by the muffling effect of my balls in your mouth (another of your specific requests; clearly, you've been reading). Tying back your arms, I grunt with satisfaction at the tonguing you lavish on my nuts. Feeling generous, I reach behind and grip your breasts hard, stretching and pulling to hear a moan escape from your busy mouth. "First things first," I whisper, as I suddenly disappear, leaving you. The tiny insects ignored her as she came close enough to perceive that these creatures were much larger than the typical glowing insects that used to delight her back on Earth as they danced and hovered and flickered at each other. 'Back on Earth? But I'm back on Earth, now. Way back, in fact!' These creatures were the size of dragonflies, with large, flickering wings that... 'The light is coming from their wings! Oh, my! These aren't lightning bugs, these are fairies!'Alana flinched as one of. But she knew that she required more, she needed greater penetration than could be provided by a mere tongue. None of her slaves however, no matter how fond she might be of any of them, could ever be allowed such entry within her. This was crucial for her own sake, as much as to absolutely maintain the strict hierarchy she had created. But she wanted, needed more. And she was never to be denied.?The joystick, Michael.? she hungrily, breathlessly commanded.Michael pulled back and reached.