"That figures, myfather had no problem. He was a very cruel heartless man. He beat meabout every day for any reason. But, I heard what you did to me."...e shook his head, "You heard that but after you were sedated, anotherinstruction was issued by the general. You might know about genesplicing, growing stem cells from tissue from the person to grow organsso exact they wont be rejected. I did that to you, I took tissue andblood from you. Grew more from the palette's. It was perfect and. She has streaks of wetness down her legs. I touch her pussy and it is sopping wet. For this I spank her pussy. Hard smacks result in more wetness, with every smack of my hand she gets wetter.Since I control her and her punishments are making her hornier I only have one trick left up my sleeve — orgasm denial. I grab her ankles and push my cock into her, slowly then faster and as she approaches her orgasm, I slow down almost to a stop. The pain on her face is my reward, more gratifying than. My sweat laden balls slapped her anus over and over as I fucked her. The sound of moist skin clapping together rang through the air and we made sweet, sweet love in the grass. Then I told her to get on all fours. We then proceeded to do it doggy style for a while, me filling her up from behind. Grabbing her left tit with my left hand, I squeezed and she moaned. She then moved forward and my dick fell out of her. She turned around and shoved me down onto my back. “ My turn to be in control!”“Yes. More times than not, Camelia would be sitting on her deck as well with her hands folded in her lap listening to the comforting sounds of nature.She was still a striking woman in my opinion. Gray, shoulder-length hair and hardly a wrinkle on her face with the exception of some crow's feet which actually accentuated her sparkling blue eyes in a positive way. Of course, being the academic that she was, fashionable, black horn-rimmed glasses were almost always perched half-way on her nose. Her.