“Here we go, Sweetie,” she said, setting the first aid things on the couch next to Carla. She sat down on the floor in front of Carla, and took he... calf in her hand. “Does it hurt to straighten it?” she asked, as she gently lifted Carla’s leg out straight. “Yes. No. I don’t think so. It just hurts, either way,” Carla said. “Well, you gave it a good whack. You’re going to have a nasty bruise, I’m thinking.” “You sound like my mom, the first time I fell off my bicycle when I was a little girl,”. She looked up and around a mouth full of cock said, “You don’t mind do you?”He moaned softly and held the back of her head as his only answer and that was all she needed. This obviously wasn’t the first cock she’d had in her mouth because as soon as she felt the pressure on the back of her head she took all of him deep in her mouth. He swore he could feel the back of her throat tickling the end of his cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last long so he closed his eyes rather than watch his. “Don’t be sorry,” I looked back towards her. “You can’t feel what you can’t feel.”That seemed to hurt her more than help.“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, hoping to bring an end to the awkward conversation.“OK,” she said softly, opening the passenger door.“We’re still friends, right?” she asked hopefully.“Yeah,” I sighed. “For as long as you want me to be.”She gave me a soft smile and a little wave as she closed the car door.I drove home even more hurt than I thought I might feel.Back to. Tiffany stared at him, and then looked back at me. "I can't believe that."I shook my head. "The first breakfast I had on this ship, one of the sponsors, Ruth, was subjected to a torrent of abusive language from one of her concubines. He was quickly stunned by one of the nearby marines. She told them to get rid of him, and the AI now reports him as dead."Craig was continuing to mutter, as Tiffany looked thoughtful. "AI, can you confirm that?" she called out.The AI immediately responded. "Sponsor.