"So you know all about this?" Beatrice asked the ensign. "How should I know I can trust you Ensign... ?" Marakova," the woman replied. "My name is Sus...n Marakova. Why don't you call me Susan, it will make things easier." Susan sounds like an American name," I observed."It is," Susan replied with a smile. "My parents were hoping to move to Detroit when I was born, but my father's job offer fell through. As for why you should trust me, I can't really make any statements that would prove that I am. "But choose your wishes carefully, sayyidatee. For Iwas placed upon this earth to test the compassion of humans. Thus, foreverything you wish, another shall receive the same as you. The one youhate most right now... Neil O'Donnel, your former husband."Two things immediately came to Sandra's mind. First off, he clearly mustbe magic if he can identify her ex without her saying anything.Second... that rat got everything she wished for too? What the hell kindof deal is that!?"The choice is your's,. She would have liked to return it, as well, but both Clyde and Mike were leaning forward now, their eyes bulging out like hard-boiled eggs as they watched the girls fooling around, just the way lesbians would have.Tina's hand came up and she dipped a finger into Linda's juicy cunt, drawing it up and over her clit.Linda whimpered.Still, Linda was not returning the caress. Tina had figured out why. Linda had fingered her pussy while they were blowing the guys, so she obviously had no aversion to. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her face, leering. He opened his mouth and a stream of slimy drool dropped onto her face. Then his hard, bony hand gripped her waist and lifted her easily up into the air, throwing her onto his shoulder. She screamed again and struggled, but she was helpless. She could feel the rough, hairy skin of his shoulder pressing against her naked waist. His hands were up her skirt, holding her legs close to him, groping at her thighs. Her head hung.