We were servicing him, and he felt me succumb to her heat. He loves her so. He sows into her with delight and fervor nightly, keeping her with child, ...reasts full. He filled her, with my flower spread upon his lips, his tongue polishing my gem. Once spent, I fell away from him, laying tangled with my love. Feeling her heat protruding with our Master’s seed, I rubbed against her just enough causing me to quiver too loudly, without Master inside me. Though he loves me, he is at times made jealous. She was 5'7 and had surprisingly large tits for an athlete, 36D. Her ass and legs were perfectly sculpted, a result of hours of physical training. Just to look at her was enough to harden any guy's cock, so why did she never seem to have a man? There was one man who was consistent in her life, her best friend Dean. They had known each other since high school, but the reason for their friendship was a mystery, even to them. He was a quintessential bad boy, with carefully messed hair, a leather. “I have no desire to shatter their assumptions.”“Do you have other emotions?” Marcella asked. Her voice was starting to get husky from arousal. It felt as if hands were roaming all over her body. She could definitely feel fingers slide through her labia each time the hands– or whatever they were– passed over her cunt.“I have all the emotions of a human mind,” he replied. “I am, after all, grown from human brain cells.” He chuckled and Marcella smiled. “At least,” he added, “the original cells. .. Knowing you support us is a big help, though. Thanks, guys!"With promises to talk to Ben and Leah during the day, they were off to swim, explore, and just play, on the boat, the shore, and the river.I didn't feel like swimming and felt too lazy to walk on the island. So I climbed to the fly bridge, pushed the helm chair back, put my feet up and engaged in some constructive loafing. The river, the shore, the island—all were lovely in the summer morning light. A freighter was headed upstream.