Her hands were stroking my back with a soft caress. She whispered, “go on”. I looked at her face and lost myself in her smiling eyes.. I took out ...y penis halfway and thrust back deeply insider her. She arched her back and her hands locked my back tightly. We fell into a rhythm and thrusting at each other for some time. I felt I will cum any moment. I thrust harder. My face was buried in her breasts, kissing her breasts, nipples, her neck and shoulders. I drew in her scent from her armpits and. Okay, I thought. It's worth a shot.So, she got a pink sparkle gel pen, one of the kinds that girls use to write on each other's hands. She told me, "Stick out your right hand." I thought fine, she's probably just going to make a little doodle, and so I held out my hand. She told me to look away, and I did. I felt the cool ink start to flow onto my hand as she started drawing. Right as the bell rang, she stopped drawing and told me I could look now."What the hell?!" was all I could say.On the. "You know very well he was not joking, miss. That there whip is for pretty girls who ask too many questions." Suddenly she kissed her prisoner lightly on the lips. A moment later she was gone. The door closed. Dorinda stood naked and alone. A quailing Dorinda felt quite certain Amity had gone to produce a whip with which to prove her assertion. Would she return in a moment and send the lash curling round her shockingly available person? How awful to stand and watch yourself whipped, denied all. “As you know, we have been waiting patiently for the earthlings to make contact with us!” The crowd murmured. “Unfortunately since we provided them with what they call fire, and thus warmth so that they could focus on breeding and evolving, they keep holding themselves back!” booing came from the crowd. The general gestured for them to calm down. “Just when we think they have made advancements, we find recordings of their mating rituals where the male has a sorry excuse for genitalia! When they.