Nervously, she leans forward. Her soft lips kiss him and he kisses back, reaching out with his hand to gently stroke the side of her ass and upper leg... Sylvie kisses him again, sucking his lip. Brock can hear her breathing laboriously and he knows that she is ready and willing. She reaches down, her hand gripping the shaft of his semi-erect member. Tingles shoot through her crotch at the thought of what she is holding in her hand. She cannot remember ever being so aroused before. Not even. I had done a lot of research on military regulations regarding fleet surplus. I made the calls as I took my separation bonus and went to Henderson.The largest fleet salvage yard was there and any ships or equipment they deemed surplus would have to come here first. I took a part time job working security and checked in with my contacts. A senior master chief in logistics called two weeks after I got there. A Ella class fleet collier was on the way in and it was scheduled to be surplus.An Ella. His wavy hair gave him an almost boyish look but his hooded eyes and the white streak of hair from his forehead spoke of darker times and places.Beside him sat a woman of luminous beauty, dressed in a white silk dress, her stole looped loosely over her blonde hair. "Freddie," Eduardo beamed. "Come! This is Viktor and this," he gestured to the woman, "is his wife, Ilsa."Clegg joined them at the table. "Mr Lazlo, an honour. I've heard much of your efforts," he lied, shaking Viktor's hand. "Mrs. Then she did the same with the other. The raven-haired Persian then slid back to join the others in a line as Cathy stood proudly before them, gleaming with her new adornments and tall in her black fuck-me heels. ... The Persian beauty made the next move, spinning away and dancing her way to the first of the women pleasuring the red-robed cardinals. In threes she woke them from their rapturous focus and pulled them behind her like an alluring pied piper. In six groups of three thee arrived to.