“Hmm, I think we need some further stimulation here,” Trisha said almost to herself. She pointed to a padded bench and said, “Right, up you go; ...neel on all fours and let's get some action going on here, shall we?”Malcolm did as instructed and already felt a sexual arousal greater that he could remember in years.Trisha stood behind him and, reaching between his legs, took hold of his hanging cock and started a milking action she had perfected over years of cock stimulation.Her next move took. I could barely look at the girl, pale and jittering, like a lost baby-faced lamb as she filled out the forms with trembling hands. The dark-haired beauty wore this flowery sun-dress, adorable but the neckline gaped open, not leaving much to the imagination. And yet, there was an innocence to her. Her dark eyes seemed to float, unsettled and yet serene. The girl projected a strange sense of calm, even as she spoke strange sentences that barely made any sense.I hated myself for what I was about. This must never happen. So we will guide you. But remember the evil of the Phalanx lies dormant within you. If you choose to accept the powers, you will have to learn to control it. We, the Q, are... well; you could describe us as gods. We can control everything, life, death, matter, antimatter, etc. after you accept the responsibility as a Phalanx I will personally train and guide you. Do you have any more questions, Frederic?" How do you know my name?" The Q know everything. As I told you. I want to feel your tongue in my ass while I am feeding her my cock."Suddenly I feel movement over my body. Next, I feel a dick probing at the entrance of my twat. Only, this time it's not a fake one. It's the real thing. I don't know who owns it, but right now I don't care. I only want it to fuck me. Over and over. Do me good, and leave me sore."You like that?" Bev asks. "I thought you would. Maxine, I would like to introduce you to my 18-year-old son, Andrew. Or, should I say, I would like to.