I was fully woman, though, so pregnancy waspossible--maybe. If Moranna had intended me to be always available to themen of my army, then she might not... have created me to be fertile. ButMoranna's work had been interrupted. I had not been made into the sexslave Moranna had intended, and it was possible that protection frompregnancy was to be part of the final spell on me. I shuddered at thethought of what I might yet face someday. Being a woman was fine with mein many ways, but not the prospect. These would be mostly male-female couples not based on any fictional characters. Outside of an initial cash outlay, they would be completely independent of AARD and all ties between us would be hidden or deleted. They would interact with Alpha Prime online regularly, but even that would be kept secret, with interaction mainly limited to using secure third-party sites and would be heavily encrypted. They'd still receive all of the updates for Alpha's programming and be able to request updates. “Lick all the pee off my fanny!” She positioned herself onto his mouth, and he began licking. She grabbed his head and pulled him in tighter. Lick! Lick!” she ordered. “You like the taste of my pee, don't you?” She ground her hungry cunt onto his face. “Don't you?” she demanded. A muffled “Yes.” came from between her legs. “Good. Next time I might let you have it all. I might piss in your mouth!” She pulled his head away/ “On your back!” she ordered. He lay back on the floor and she sat astride. ‘It was a fart of some magnitude, my dears,’ she said, ‘such as might have taken Lord Nelson himself all the way to France!’ And of Lady Constance Tolmore who, ‘should more appropriately be called Lady Incontinence since she pissed as she alighted from her carriage on arrival at the Palace one evening.’ We were, as you may imagine, hysterical in our laughter. She told us of an occasion when she had walked in to a privy chamber to find Her Majesty on her knees before the King himself. His.