It was more a Torture device than a weapon. He found himself sitting in a reclining chair of sorts, his hands and legs wrapped with memory tape. Cara ...was in a similar seat, and also tied up. Including a layer of tape across her mouth and eyes. He strained his muscles, against the tape. The woman came into view, at least the person that pretended to be a Terran business woman. Still wearing the same business skirt suit, but the face was now paper white, the head bald and something was sticking. She'd had a brilliant idea about a MutantTurtle costume for me, and a Statue of Liberty costume for my non-identical twin sister Ursula, but another bunch of Moms were taking filmsas their theme and already had Turtles and a Rat. Mom had started to dyethings, including a pair of Ursula's white pantyhose, and the colour cameout too light for a Turtle. Then Ursula shot up. With the benefit ofhindsight and adult knowledge this was her getting round to havingpuberty, but she was long-legged and. The body betrayed me. Her departure left me feeling abandon, empty, incomplete. I'd felt the orgasm building through her touching, resuming as she humped me. But it never came. With my cheeks burning red and tears of shame on my cheeks, I found myself begging her to finish me.With sadness in her voice, she said she couldn't. Based on an on-line article she'd read, an orgasm changed a woman's chemistry, making it more acidic. If I had an orgasm, it would make it more likely that a baby. He let out an animalistic grunt as he shoved her backwards again onto the bed. He quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes and crawled on top of her, running his rough hands up her body to cup and squeeze her breasts. She moaned deeply, squirming underneath him. He pushed his legs between hers, locking eyes with her as he began to slide his cock slowly into her, barely able to contain himself at the sensation of her, so hot, so tight, and so wet. She arched her back as he filled her,.