You beauty...”Melissa raised herself slowly, wriggling her bottom slightly, contracting the muscles of her sex. She kept just the knob of Quentin’... organ within her whilst she wriggled some more, before sinking slowly down again.“Aaaahhh... you beauty...”At the same leisurely pace, Melissa repeated the movements. She had the skill and she was quite unstinted in her efforts to please the flabby pig beneath her. That was her duty.Her duty as a slave. And, if she failed in it, she could not. I looked at the bed which was still a mess from earlier. "So you think it’s alright to bring someone into our house to our bedroom and act like a slut? Huh? Do you?”I started to open my mouth to talk but before I could, I felt her hand go over my mouth, her fingernails digging hard into my flesh as she squeezed my mouth closed. “I am not finished talking and you are going to start speaking only when spoken to - like a good little girl." As you have chosen to act like a slut, I am going to start. I couldn't blame her. The ferry boats, despite being fairly large were very light, narrow craft with large outriggers to either side for stability. They tended to ride with the waves, rather than cut though them. Not too bad, generally, but the ocean was a bit rough that day.It was nearly dinner time when we reached the resort. It had several types of accommodations available. One or two room suites in several three story buildings that lined a main drive, duplex bungalows nearer the water and. .. I can’t raise him...” her voice cracked with stress.“Hold on, Atarah. The data news shows that a Blue Ion test site was involved, not the Station.”Atarah held her breath as she looked at the reports her mother was showing her. Naarah looked at one of the newest reports; Blue Ion had been testing an antimatter engine that obviously did not go as planned. She found that the test site wasn’t at the Station, but wasn’t terribly far away either.Atarah saw the report, “The gamma...” her voice.