" I was going to smack you if you called me a master," Jessica said with a laugh."Only if I allowed it," Morgan pointed out."And?" Jessica asked."I'd ...have allowed it," Morgan admitted."Shall we go?" I asked."Pushy?" Beatrice said. "But you are right, we can start now."Everyone stood up and started walking for the front of the house. Angelique and Erica ran over demanding attention from me. I picked up Angelique as Erica pulled on my shirt."One moment," I said to Erica. "What do you want. He runs his tongue from lips, down between my breasts, pinching each of my nipples. I’m only wearing panties, he just in boxers. I squirm under him, wanting more of his touch. He kneels between my parted legs; he hooks his thumbs into my panties, and tugs them down. I lift my legs so he can get them off fully. He flings them to the floor, and works out of his boxers with ease. He’s throbbing hard; I can see how badly he’s aching from here. I clench slightly thinking of him inside my ass, a. “Gravity here is half what Alba is used to, tiny man must be twice as tired.”He sat down on the floor gingerly and set his carbine aside, pulling the packet of gel from his pocket and beginning to tend to his numerous wounds again. Alba lay her weapons on the ground and took off her helmet, running her fingers through her hair, and finding it damp due to the exertion of their recent battle. She was still flooded with adrenaline, the last thing that she wanted to do right now was rest, but her. Most of what he did looked wonderful at first bloom. It was when you knelt down to smell the flowers you realized that it had just been fertilized with fresh pig shit.I always wondered if he did this out of whimsy or not.I'm telling you all this to "set the mood" for what Uncle Eugene bought me.I was well into my forties, and had accumulated over one and a quarter million dollars in day trading, frugal living and hard work. I wanted to retire and figured that I had the bucks to do it. I talked.