Now she liked to wear short stuff but this was bordering on a belt.Red in colour and pleated it just about covered her arse as she did a twirl for me ...and at the front her totally bald cunt was just about covered..until she sat down then obviously everything was on display.She was knicker free.From this pelmet of a skirt, which she told me she had bought from a supplier for strippers and dancers outfits in Edinburgh, her tops of her legs were bare, save for the red suspender set, all the way. The initial melding took place in a gel immersion procedure that we inherited. It was designed and developed by the Connemare. They developed it to correct genetic errors, cure chronic health problems and repair severe injuries. Eight of our clan were the first non Connemare to be treated this way. Prior to arriving at Comrie, these eight had been treated with a complex series of growth factors. The medical staff on the ship determined that the treatments were inappropriate, and if not. " Yes, we didn't even think about them," Sean said, "Something more to add to an already crowded list." We studied until our usual time to dress for dinner. Dinner was at Edana and Gales house tonight.It wasn't until after dinner that we brought up to our sisters and their husbands the fact that we would be installing new wards on their houses and properties."But why?" Tara asked. She was the first one to recover from our announcement."Things will get real ugly and dangerous in the near. Punish me, sir...hurt me more." Count them, bitch!" I ordered, having become so embroiled in the scene that rational thought had all but evaporated.Ally breathed deep. "Yes sir, sorry sir," she apologised. "Four...five...six..."As she spread her thighs and arched her back, the air brushed over my lap, slick with her cloying nectar. I smiled before plunging two fingers into the wet and inviting pussy. She cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure at the indignity. Bent into a claw, the eager.