.. tractors.”“Tractors?” Cooper asked, grinning at him.“I learned of them when I was working with the UNN’s engineering corps,” Vitza expl...ined, becoming more enthusiastic. “There are massive, autonomous vehicles that can sow and harvest crops. I saw dusters, too. Airborne drones that could spray insecticides and fertilizers. A fleet of them can be operated by only a handful of individuals. If the Admiral were to become the new Matriarch, do you think that ... she might permit me to acquire. She was dressed in a long coat like garment, which reached to just below mid-calf over what looked like loose legged slacks. On her head she wore the traditional hijab, much like a nun’s wimple, that hid her hair and neck. From my reading, I remembered that the traditional dress was worn so women couldn’t flaunt their femininity and cause men to become aroused and want to take advantage of them – I have always thought men should be responsible for controlling their carnal inclinations, but what. Panties everyday. Chastity everyday. Butt plug everyday. Sunflower: ah,growing where the sun don't shine! No intercourse. Hand jobs sometimes.Fist fucking almost all the time. Vibrators. Dildos. Depilation. Dildosucking. Caning. Spanking. Whipping. Compulsory cunnilingus (for hoursand hours! whoosh!).Not a peep from my sheep! Is this what I wanted though? I shudderthinking of our wedding photos (trust me: I had stored them weeks ago).That tall, lanky man standing handsomely in his tuxedo next. Hello deb, he says. I say hello. I say am very happy I came to visit him. I was nervous. I was shaking a bit. You have me stand in front of a chair your sitting and have a look, raise that skirt he said. I pull it up to reveal no panties and a tail hanging between my legs that he can see from the front. He tells me to come closer and turn around. I stand in front of him, ass facing him sitting in the chair he tell me to spread my legs and spread my cheeks for him. He reach up between my legs.