They are little more than dumb, baby-making machines.”“However, Drones, Queen’s Guards and Envoys are her children. She determines their level o... intelligence. To gain the level of intelligence envoys have, the Queen has to make them fertile, although few people realise this. Also, not all of these children have magical potential. The magical skill is still very hit and miss, like it is with our children.”“Drones are of course fertile and they are not as stupid as many think, they just have. Nor could she forget, even if her throbbingly-sore pussy would let her forget, the wonderful pounding that Brad had given her that very morning. She also couldn’t forget her fascination while watching Brad’s wife, British super-spy Jane Bond, suck even more love juice out of Brad, even long after he was spent from all that sex with both women. That next day, Jane Bond, too, couldn’t forget how good it had felt to swallow her husband’s warm, sweet, delicious love cream again, for the first time. "How so?" Your enslavement of Marcie." She's not enslaved to me yet, Mistress." Oh, I know. I'm talking about the process itself. A nice, slow capture. Every little change you do her is immediately permanent. No going back if you suddenly stopped." Why would I want to stop, Mistress?" To tease her. To torture her. Give her a tantalizing little taste of the pleasure she'll get being your little fucktoy. Then refuse to bring her the rest of the way for a bit." She licked her lips. "You'd have her. "Who fucking cares?" I was then sitting with my legs spread wide apart, exposed for anyone. Emma put her mouth to my clitoris. I moaned when her tongue swirled around my walls. My core shook with pleasure. Her young, beautiful eyes looked at me as she ate me out. She smiled with delight, pleased with me. "Mm! Marlee you taste better than I thought!" Emma praised. "Oh yes! Aah! Mmm! Oh my! Emma!! Yea just like that!" I climaxed. My juices spurted onto her face and she happily licked them up..