’ ‘Will you allow me to make love to you properly now?’ ‘That wasn’t properly: then I am waiting with bells on baby.’ Settling back again ...Sam looked up at the small lanterns of soft candle light twinkling from the cliff face. She was about to say something about them when Becca came down on her lips again and began to open kiss her again. Sam accepting Becca’s out thrust tongue stabbing at her. Moaning again she settled back beginning to suckle on Becca’s tongue as she felt her inquisitive. All lights were green. It was time to launch. But first, we needed to celebrate the occasion. The ship’s congressional meeting room had again been converted to a dining room. We couldn’t fit all of the crew and the contractors in there, but most of the division heads and all of the department heads were in attendance. Throughout the ship, parties were being held in housing plazas. The wardrooms and taprooms were also busy with the singles crowd.Paul and I were on the bridge, waiting for April. Now he acted more demanding and a bit rough, at least that was what Irene felt about. For her this was something new and she missed a bit of the romantic and playful acting she was used to.She tried to escape his hands and instead to kiss and hug him tenderly. Her boyfriend felt her reluctance and he was hot and impatient. So he asked her, what was up. She explained to him, that she liked it more the romantic way that she was used to. But the boy wasn’t in the mood for wasting time in romantics. Placing the vodka on a small table beside her, Vicky’s fingers pulled aside her thong and found their way between her legs, gasping as again she felt the wonderful throbbing fire there, for so long denied her. The undeniable wetness inside her fingers now sought when recalling Sean’s words. “I own you Vicky, I own your cunt, your ass, your tits, only I or anyone I choose will fuck you from now on, from now on you will have to beg me to fuck you Vicky, you beg your Master to fuck you.”.