Your name is Missy and you are a Draconian princess. As my little girl your sole aim is to please me. You will do whatever I tell you without hesitati...n."Next let's talk about what it means to be my daughter. Think about Earth. You can feel the hate swell inside. You hate Earth and all its people. You believe that Earth should be ruled by me. All humans are weaklings and are to be made submissive to me."Now child I am going to bring up all your memories of your life except me. You will feel. I can smell your sex; your sweet juices are dripping down the length of your pussy. I kiss all around your pussy, and slide my tongue inside you. I can feel your thighs shaking the bed as I lick form your tight hole up to your clit. Fuck your clit is so big, my tongue kissing slowly at first. I gently scrape my teeth against your bead. Your moan makes me even wetter, I can feel it dripping down the inside of my thighs. I slide my middle finger into your wet cunt. You tighten around my fingers. Sarah's head was back in a blissful erotic expression. I imagined their sounds, how their breathing changed when they ate each other. Weren't they roommates for a while? Is that when it happened? Sneaking into each other's rooms every night and fucking until they made each other cum with lesbian passion?All of a sudden, I was cumming. I wriggled my hand harder across my clit as my hips pumped with each spasm of the orgasm. My panties were wet inside, slathered with my juices. I stifled the. Waiting his turn in the queue, David searched the crowded room for his contact. Spotting her with a group of secretaries, he got his toast, porridge and tea and moved over to their table. At the head was Ruth Ive, Churchill's private secretary."Ladies, would there be room at your table for a lost GI?" The women looked at him and smiled "en mass". There was a flurry of movement and a space was made in between two rather predatory looking typists. "Girls" lectured Ruth, "meet Colonel David.