I feel your fingers begin to probe my cunt, my wetness and juices covering your fingers and you gradually move your hand and fingers to my arse and us... my natural lubrication to insert a finger. I raise up from my bent over position and arch my back some more as you tug gently on my leash so that my head rises some more - I am straining against the leash as you insert more fingers into my arse and feel me from the inside. I can feel the tip of your cock against the entrance to my pussy. I want. "PARISParis is a great place to hang out [Huffman relates]. I had my notebook, as always, so when the Goddess sends me some lines I can write them down. But somehow I got involved with this group of crazy Frenchies who did combats de automatons. That's robot wars to you. They claimed that their group was directly descended from Jean Tinguely--you know, the guy who did the self-destroying sculptures.So this one night we all went over to Spalanzani's workshop. Spalanzani makes especially clever. As I took the last mint, Becky snatched it from my hand and put it into her mouth.“Right, that’s it, I warned you earlier,” I said as I playfully grabbed Becky and put her across my knee. She was laughing and put up very little resistance. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down over her buttocks. Underneath her leggings she was wearing a skimpy thong, so her buttocks were completely bare. I then gently smacked her buttock cheek. As I did this, Becky. The Yellow Beast moved away from the ship."Garth, find the nearest Lasso in the NAV computer. That's where Fletcher'll be heading," Red prompted."That's gonna take time, Red. These things don't have the same navs as your ship."Alex stood up in his seat. "Use my pocket pal, Garth. It's got a proxy program of Rosie. She'll be able to find it."Garth saw Alex's little computer was still on top of the instrument panel."Well done, Alex." He punched one of the keys. "Rosie, can you find and plot the.