Oscar’s eyes got wide at seeing the three of them together. The Two-Sided one shifted into male and female joined by their hands. Arrayed before him...were the Gods and Goddesses. The sight took his breath away.The God said, “Oscar, you have done well in the war against terrorists.”The Two-Sided One said, “However, the war as it is being fought does not solve the underlying problem.”The Goddess said, “If the underlying problem is not solved, then all life on this planet shall disappear.”The God. I've lost fifteen pounds so far. She wants me to lose another fifteen pounds.After dinner, we go down to the basement where Mistress Angela shackles me in leather wrist restraints hanging from the ceiling and leather ankle restraints chained to the floor. She whips my back and legs with a leather flogger and paddles my bottom with a wooden paddle. Afterwards, she locks me in a lounger throne I built for her. She takes off her shoes, pants, and panties, and relaxes with her dewy pussy inches. “Then with apologies to Mr. Shakespeare, Lead on, Macduff!” he said, almost jovially. I had come to learn that Kip liked to keep things light when the situation was tense. He claimed it helped him stay loose and ready for action.This entry tunnel, even though it was carved out in the same manner as the one in Colorado, was not nearly as large. It also curved slightly to the right. My guess was that Don’rahall didn’t have to allow for getting his spaceship in and out of this one.As Kip and I. I flip her over again, and use my tongue to give her another shaking orgasm, buying some time for myself. As she regains her breath, I turn her around. She is now laying on her belly, still not fully recovered from the orgasm. I fuck her from behind, only briefly, because it sends her in orgasm again. I envy her female ability to experience multiple orgasms in such a short time. While she is still shaking, I spread her ass cheeks and lick her ass and pussy, intensifying her orgasmic state. I.