. "Hi there, remember me" ....then nibbled on her ear and covered her eyes. She became instantly turned on and had to catch her breath as he continued... to nibble at her ear. He held her hands as his tongue flicked over her ear and on to her neck. he then bit her neck and shoulders as she moaned louder and arched her back to him. He was making her head spin and her senses quicken. He tells her to keep looking forward as he takes his hand away from her eyes... she's not allowed not to look back. ”“What are you going to do?” one of the reporters asked.“I’m going to ask them to surrender.”“They aren’t going to do that,” another of the reporters said.Pen Sada said, “We’ll see. I’m going to call them now.”She reached over and dialed a number on the speaker phone. The reporters could hear the tones as she dialed. All of them were whispering into their microphones to fill the dead air time. They were basically giving a running commentary on what was happening.When someone finally answered. ” She patted the top of my head and told me she’d be right back. When I heard the bathroom door close, I adjusted my boxers so my rising cock wouldn’t get into a bind. If Mom ever found out I was fucking her, she’d probably cut off my cock while I was sleeping. When she returned, she told me, “I have an idea. Why don’t you and I have a date night? We can eat out, maybe go to a club; dance a little, maybe?” She refilled my cup and rubbed the top of my head, again, “At least I know I can depend. The three of them dried each other with warm, fluffy cloths, then returned to what the milk slave guessed were its new owner's sleeping quarters. The guides led it to a table, and one of them fetched several plates from a replicator, offering one to their new colleague, then sampling each food as if to show that it wasn't going to be poisoned.The tastes of the food were all unfamiliar, and ranged from bland to pleasant, and the slave sampled each one, despite not being terribly hungry. All of.