Alone in his office (with the exception of his secretary), Mr. Jacques Descroix stared at the television set in horror. Even though the picture was ta...en from a distance, the rows of body bags were unmistakeable. Gesturing at the television, he shouted, “This just proves the case! Did you see that massacre?”His secretary, having experienced war, said, “It was a battle.”“No. It was cold blooded murder. They didn’t even give them a chance to surrender.”Jacques, speaking more to himself than to. “This looks way more ... you know ... human than I expected. Hell, it looks more human than your ship. Your ship’s built like an indoor food court not like a spaceship. This has, like, bulkheads and those support struts that you see in submarines. Ever seen Down Periscope?”“Have I seen a three hundred year old film?” Sebastian asked. “No.”“You’re a vampire, though,” Tiff said as he started to walk forward – his feet actually audible. But not through her ears. Rather, she felt them clunking and. When they next went out for lunch Paul could hardly contain himself andquestioned her on the success or otherwise of their plan. She told himthat she had cajoled William into wearing the shorts, letting slip thathe was really a very submissive boy. She explained that she had nowremoved his trousers and that she was already delighted with the results.Later, once again at the end of their meal and after several glasses ofwine Paul told her that he had something he wanted to share with her too.She. Trouble was, having shown her how hard my prick was, its state caused in part by the photos she’d sent me, she had no trouble deflating my overblown ego with her resolve. That said, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.A sudden pleasurable sigh came through the telephone — at least, that's what I thought I heard. Reacting automatically to the sound, real or imagined, my cock twitched and my ego took a step on the road to recovery. "By the sounds you're making, your body wouldn't mind,".