With one hand, he went back to pulling himself, and with the other, he pried my finger from my mouth and placed my hand on my yoni; he had other plans...for my mouth. When I pressed the palm of my hand into my swelling, my sighing and panting answered his copious grunts. But, the freedom to express my responses was soon restricted and muffled. He began forcing two of his thick pasty white fingers into my mouth. As best I could, I tongued and coated them to ease the thrust-down. His calluses. Taboo.“Bonsoir, mademoiselle,” said a well-groomed gentleman, bowing as I entered. He was in his late forties, with a neatly trimmed mustache and hairstyle.“Bonsoir, Alain,” I replied, striding past him to survey the turnout. Sunday night was usually a mixed bag for other places, but we always did well. “How are we looking for this evening?”“Excellent, as always, mademoiselle.” The Frenchman maintained an eloquent expression, but the proud glint in his eye never escaped me. Alain had been with. . Jeff and Diana continue their conversation from before.“Back to the subject at hand. You have to remember, the race that built Ship’s brain had, according to her, already had many generations of space exploration before she was tasked with the project of building the better battleship — make that the best battleship possible. And... she was given the project because her race was steadily losing a war whose aggressor seemed bent on the extinction of her race. Among other things, the. She was on the brink of simply losing consciousness, but then, finally, the orgasm began to subside. The stars slowly faded and her twitching diminished from the constant shaking of moments before to a periodic spasm. As she slowly came down from the peak of her climax, Penny's conscious thoughts began to take stock of what had just happened.Between her legs, Penny could feel Mistress's foot, now soaked with her own juices. Her sex still quivered around the hard leather of Mistress's shoe, and.