“Yes I think we do! Look it,s only you and me here so what the Fuck does it matter what we say? You have nice big Titties, a shapely very fuckanle A...s and even more fuckable Pussy which I intend to eat till I make you cum! Are you okay with that?” “I guess so.” “Look you know I only talk dirty when we,re fucking so why don,t you forget your inhibitions for the moment and have some sexy fun! Let yourself go Mrs Taylor!” I suggested. “And if you don,t like what I,m doing just stop me from doing. The most noticeable was quality control. The water being reproduced didn’t sustain the minerals content of my original supply. Furthermore, the use of my machine degraded the mineral content from my original sample as well.Frustrated with myself for not being able to solve the issue, I decided to go home and take my aggression out on my companions in the bedroom. I figured at least I could make somebody happy, right? I ended up having a massive orgy that evening.I knew the secretions from. There was a nervous look on her face and I could see that she had something in her hand, but because it was underneath the table, I couldn’t see what it was she was holding.“Honey?” was my one-word question, sufficient for a couple after twenty-five years.Sue was trying to control her expression, but she singularly failed as her face broke out into a huge, radiant smile. She raised her hand and I instantly recognized the blue and white plastic device she was holding, nearly identical to the one. They also heard me saying some very unladylike things.“You okay, Sir?” said the servant. The Khafama just grinned and seemed ready to leave us to it.“No,” I said, through gritted teeth. “Agh. Sorry to have troubled you. I look forward to continuing this ... ahh ... I think I broke my fucking hand...”I had not, but I did have a delightful evening of throbbing ahead of me. I grabbed the suitcase with my functional and slightly more obedient hand, gave what must have been a very threatening nod to.