The moment di got, she was surprised and fear what to do. She can’t tell anybody and she had to perform. So I initiated and holded her around hips. ... hugged her and whispered di kiss me, no one else will know and I told her now open my shirt buttons. Then I started kissing her and she was not at all participating for few seconds. Then suddenly she started kissing and opened my shirt button. As soon lata di hands were holding my waist and chest while kissing, I was fully hard. Di noticed that.. Slowly I started picking up the pace, ramming the fake cock in and out of my asshole harder and faster. Moaning aloud, incoherent words and sentences were coming out of my mouth. Screaming, "Fuck me, fuck my ass hard. Fuck mommy's asshole harder baby." I reached down with my other hand and started rubbing my rock hard clit. Rubbing my pussy in circles, I got my fingers all wet. I took three fingers and jammed them in my sopping wet cunt. That did it. I started shaking violently. I screamed. Fuck.A carrier bag stuffed full of clothes.Worn clothes.And nestled on the top of the pile: pale blue panties. Probably last night's.My heart leapt into my throat and I glanced at the front door instinctively. Nothing. Blood hammered through my veins, almost cutting off my hearing. Fuck. Fuck! I trembled with fear and excitement, a hollowness in my chest. A pair of sexy knickers awash with her scent, within arm's reach. Tantalising. Beckoning.I knew it was wrong. Invasion of privacy. Probably. Alas, the process is not perfect though. When I use my machine to convert tribal members to my subjects, it also destroys all their independent thoughts and emotions leaving only a hollow living shell. They only think what I tell them to think and say what I tell them to say. I am able to see through their eyes. That incidentally, is how I saw you enter my city. I do have their unquestioning loyalty but their not having any independent thoughts does get boring. Maybe I will keep one of the.