.. me taking you?"Cassie pants as her pleasure rises in a cadence over which she has no control unless she takes back her mind in its entirety."Hooker... or slave, hmm?" the man says.The tether thins and tightens more, the tug against her psyche becoming uncomfortable. She feels the last resistance left in her isolated self crumble, her body now moving to his mental beat. Bodies slap together in rising sexual desperation as Dark tendrils spear her helpless, controlled self."Oh, it will be close,. Colonel Jackson was ill because of the rough ride in a private Capitallian sea skimmer, a Type B "Wing In Ground-effect" sea craft capable of transporting its 12 passengers and crew of 2 a distance of 2500 kilometers in 6 hours. It was called the Sea Bug and it was a bug-ugly craft 16 meters long with a wingspan of 13.5 meters--the 3.5 meter height made the Sea Bug quite compact. Doctor Joan Jakefield, also known as Militia Major Jakefield of the private Pensacola Amazon Militia (PAM) commando. Keisha's silky skin was quivering vigorously in the palms of my hands as I gazed towards the ceiling. I knew if I looked down at her shape at this point I'm going to bust."Smack my ass you black mother fucker!" she said!"Smack, smack, smack, smack!" Harder"Smack, wiggle, smack, wiggle!" Harder, mother fucker!"I took a few long strokes and pulled my dick out of her pussy. I shoved her dumplings towards her back causing them to overlap her lower back. With my dick still rock hard, I eased my dick. Daddy Mike stood up and walked over to me and gave me a big hug. He whispered in my ear, “I am glad you decided to go through with this, I promise to treat you well and make sure you enjoy this.” He stepped back from me and smiled really big, “You look fabulous in that, why don’t you come lay on the bed with me while we watch sportscenter?” he said sweetly to me. “Yes Daddy Mike,” I said in the sweetest voice I could muster. He then led me by the hand to the bed and we laid down together,.