She was still unclean at the back, for the Xenomorph had taken her right in the middle of the act of making soil, and quite naturally it had slipped h...r mind as the Xenomorph kidnapped her with raw, smelly ease -and there’s no toilet paper in the Master’s sanctum! Since we obviously cannot show a teenage female’s soiled bum hole in a kid’s show, we’ll need to make Hannah do something like complain to herself about not being clean down there, or scratch an itch caused by the dried nightsoil, in. I do not want to hear any ‘striving’ or ‘devotedly worshipping’ or any similarly baroque constructions. For a start, it implies we’re actors in some sort of fantasy, which we most definitely are not. Secondly, it’s tiresome to listen to, and that is not the sort of life I want to lead. I expect explicit and extreme male obedience to be built into the fabric of my life; I do not expect to spend my time trying to be haughty and saying ‘lick my boots you worm’. I very rarely need my boots. I could feel my cock press up against the back of her throat when she worked it all the way down to the shaft. Eventually, when her mouth was about halfway down my shaft, I felt her stop and just start to moan in pleasure. I opened my eyes knowing what I was about to see and looking forward to it. She knew that I had a fantasy about this so it didnt come as any surprise that she didnt ask to make sure it was ok first. Still when my eyes opened I couldnt contain my arousal. She was being. Getting to his feet, he just stood there with his massive schlong standing perfectly erect between his hind legs. I began wondering what he was up to. That is, until the son made his move. Also getting to his feet, he came to place himself behind his father. He then hopped up and used his two front legs to squeeze his parents waist. He then hopped forward until the tip of his manhood made contact with his fathers asshole. Oh&hellip, I gasped in understanding. But that was all I had time to say.