I’ll be on your couch.”I hated myself then. I went to the bathroom and washed my pussy before opening the door to Stace’s room. She lay on her s...de, tied to the bed and gagged. Her wrists were bound together and tied to an upper post. Her feet were bound to the lower post on the same side. Donald lay on the carpet, hogtied. Both had pissed themselves. “Mm-M!” Our daughter wept upon seeing me. Her eyes and cheeks were already wet. My husband’s eyes scanned both of us wildly. He made pig. We met at a Holiday Inn car park. After many weeks of online flirting an fantasy sharing we both knew that we wanted each other I had imagined what her tits would be like hundreds of times and dreamed of sucking on her big pink nipples. Once we were in the room my imagination was replaced by reality an she wasted no time at all in fumbling with my belt an buttons letting my cock fall out an quite roughly stroking an squeezing it until she felt it firming up. I was in a light state of shock at. Thanks...come in, I want you to meet someone," she said. She seemed to be a very good mood as we walked into her family room. An older man - I put him at around 70+ was sitting in a chair. Donna introduced him as "Merrill", who lived in one of the other units in her four-plex. I noticed a good number of empty beer cans on the tables, and realized I had walked into a party. We conversed, and he told me he was a retired widower who had been one of the original residents of the complex. He was. “They’re ... trying to contact us,” Zita reported, broadcasting the message to the entire bridge.“Please! We’re incapacitated. We surrender!” a pleading voice announced in heavily accented Zssizliq.“Uh...” Yitzl hedged, unprepared for such a response. “Stand couch as tired worms,” he ordered in badly pronounced nonsense, unable to remember his prior, but little-used training in the Zssizliq language.“Power down your shields as a sign of good will,” Al said in nearly perfect Zssizliq.“Our vessel.