"You 'bout ta get knocked up like a bitch ass white girl!" He grabbed my smooth, shaven genitalia and held me up on his massive piston so that only th...e drooling snout of it was nestled inside me. He pulled and tugged me around by my nuts so as to rotate my fanny around on him. "Relax yo' self sissy....Let ol' Treyshawn work yo' shit" He growled in primal lust. Suddenly, he let go of me and dropped me onto his greasy horse-dick. My asshole was instantly impaled with all 13-inches of drooling. A few long seconds of deep breathing followed. That was a close one.“Why did you stop?” Ms. Brendan asked gently as she caressed the hyper sensitive Donna. “No need for shame here, no need to hold back those hidden feeling.”Calmed down Donna smiled insecure towards Ms. Brendan, and she continued with the fondling and rubbing of her swollen lips, gently caressing the area close to her clitoris, gently flipping her hood, and continuing to do so until she finally came. As she was told to explain. " Her red lips part. I spit right in her face. She gasped. "Is there a problem?" I whispered. "N-n-n-no, Sir," she whispered in return. "Good," I smiled. And then, before she knew what was happening, I raisedmy hand and slapped her across the face. She gasped again. I slapped her threemore times, quickly. That broke it. The tears started to run from her eyes. She wasn't weeping,but the slaps had opened her up to let loose. Her eyeliner started to run. "Tell me you're a fat piece of shit who. Mason got up and walked back to take a look over Sonja’s shoulder. “Why are they back here and not with the controls up front?” Mason asked after a moment. “Why are they split up?”“Because the energy weapons are primarily defensive weapons,” Abi answered. “They can be operated automatically, or two of you can each take control of one of the turrets in case of pursuit. That doesn’t mean they can’t be used offensively, because they absolutely can, but the missiles are better suited for.