And there he was shirtless, tired, polishing off his second beer and obviously starting to buzz.It was happening. His body, salty against her tongue, ...was not resisting. Her strength easily pushed him back into the cushions as she continued nibbling on his sensitive nipples. She repositioned and skipped across his abs with light pecks, until her mouth suddenly engulfed his cock. His legs had given way, allowing her body to settle between them.“Oh god.”“Just me.” She took a pause. “Hope you’re. Two countries had been jointly developing technology that they were testing in a remote part of the ocean. We did things to make our ship look like a fishing trawler so they didn't know we were there. The irony was that a fishing trawler would never be fishing in a spot like that anyway.I'm sure both countries knew who we were, but we always had to make everything a game. We even had to sink all our trash deep down just in case they tried to identify who we were by the sort of trash we threw. Naturally I did not let on that I was even aware that that note existed. Everything went on as normal, but the energy had shifted significantly. Anytime we were in the same room, I was hyper aware of everything she did. Her typical wardrobe is "yoga-casual," tight leggings, tank top with a low back to show her tattoos, and a sweater/scarf to imply some amount of modesty. But now I found myself studying the tight fabric hugging her calves and thighs and absurdly tight ass with a renewed. I loved being his sex slave. And I felt so loved by being spanked.Joy swirled through the rapture.“I love you, Master! I love you so much! Thank you!”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of ZeutchMy dreams of becoming the ruler of all of Zeutch, uniting the Strifelands once more under a single authority wasn't lost because of the destruction of the Lodestone and the loss of my imbued army of statues. I could still then take on the world and.