“I’m okay, Rees. I must’ve fallen asleep up here!” Realizing she was still naked, she swiped at the nearest article of clothing, and swam through the air to get the other. She twisted deftly in the air and found purchase with her feet, now completely upside down relative to the rest of the ship, and slipped her shirt on over her head. Her hair bloomed through the opening, radiating out around her head as she situated her shirt, then it swooped down after her head as she bent down to pull her skirt up over herself. Teresa couldn’t help but stare at her lover’s new genitals the entire time. The balls in their little sack drifted around with the cock, swaying in midair, and slowly sadism engorging, despite nothing overtly sexual transpiring at this time. Vera finished dressing herself, and floated down with a sheepish grin on her face. “Sorry Rees, I was, um, experimenting after my nightly checklist and I guess I got carried away.” The younger of the two pointed behind her up to the ceiling, where Teresa saw four off-white splotches dried against the metal. She laughed and hugged her sister close, the fear of not knowing where Vera was at was wearing off and relief flooded in. They hugged each other for a minute, Vera still floating in the null-g cockpit; her skirt flaring out away from her body and her hair standing up every which way, while Teresa Bondage still stood on gravity-charged floor plating, allowing her clothes and hair to lay naturally. Teresa unconsciously broke the embrace when she felt a shifting between her legs; between her sisters’ legs. Vera floated back against the pilot’s seat, her cock fully hard again and pointing straight at Teresa’s face, the skirt not doing a single thing to hide it, even if she were to step into gravity. Vera wrapped her arms backward around the seat back, and allowed her clothing and cock to float as they would. “I have a surveying job for you, Miss Nomad. There’s some… …topography down south that has changed recently…” Her coy smile and lighted eyes made Teresa smile wholeheartedly. As long as Vera was still the same old Vera on the inside, Teresa could get used to any outside fetish changes, she was sure now. Teresa slowly shirked her jumpsuit and left it in the common room. A half step forward provided her with enough inertia to drift forward with her arms out, grab the top of the seat back behind Vera, and press her lips against her lover’s mouth, each closing their eyes and sinking into the rapture of kissing the person they love. Teresa pressed forward to hold her body against Vera’s, but a domination rather large muscle lay between their BDSM bellies, preventing them from pressing their hip bones together like they used to. Vera reached down with one hand and pressed her rigid cock down to slip between her sister’s thighs; its tip emerging beneath her pale butt cheeks. Teresa giggled around a gasping breath as they came up for air. Brown eyes blinked languidly, their long lashes batting at Teresa. They ate dinner talking, she cleaned the kitchen, as he relaxed in the den. “Well, if she’s military and you’re a restaurant guy, how did you two meet? “Gees you’ve got a big pussy.” I commented while I hammered at her like a wrecking ball against a vacant building. My sadism tail slashed the air behind me as my pleasure built swiftly. “Mrs. Jordan and her precious daughter.” He grinned at his little joke. After she left my office, I had a fleeting thought that maybe it was her with the incestuous thoughts, but I quickly dismissed that thought. “You’re free to go”, he said as he released me from the cuffs. Before 6:00, I slid into our bed at home next to Nick. I wetted her, then returned the head to it's mount. I suggest we go before they are too close before engagement is necessary." Here she was, a few months into the swinging nineties, and just a few weeks before she was due to get married to the man of her dreams, in the middle of a foreign city, all at the whim of someone she hadn't seen BDSM in four years. And he just kept thrusting hard, making me move a fetish few inches on the carpet with each thrust. She really wants to taste his cum. I couldn't help but watch at her out of the corner of my eye. Me: Sorry, I have to fuck you until we both domination cum together. He swung his feet forward and then pulled them together, so that he encircled her body with his legs – over the years he’d found this to be an important signal that they weren’t going anywhere. “Just go for it.” This was so exciting. 'No, not here,' she said, releasing her hands and holding his head. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. As he stood up, I stepped out of my jeans and raised his arms to Bondage pull off his tee-shirt, revealing his well developed chest, peppered with soft hairs, in the centre of which hung on a leather necklace, a striking bronze medallion in the shape of a Celtic Talisman. She started rotating her hips moving her body in circles on him while he fondled her tits and thrust deep. Well treated, and well paid.” Even his men have a slight twinkle in their eyes as I talk. I joked and told her that cum sometimes cures a headache. I couldn’t help it.