I was ecstatic with the sensation, she took time to rub every drop that emerged over the helmet of my hard cock until her fingers and my manhood were ...lippery. Her palm rubbed the lotion of my making over the tip of my cock and then she started a long, slow stroke up and down, pausing on each slow stroke to slide her finger around the bulging head to drive me insane. With grace she moved her body forward, raising her hips and positioning her body over my swollen, tingling penis, never letting. Exercising all the patience I could, I managed to wait until I was sure darkness had overtaken the jungle. Pushing my coverings aside, I knelt at the edge of what had come close to being my grave until I was able to regain control of myself and stand up.I still hurt all over. Only one thing was going to help me now. I half-staggered to the trail at the far end of the clearing. I could still smell blood, mingled with the aroma of fear and pain. I started after the slavers, moving slowly at first. There was the smallproblem, however. Mike had made it clear that the invitation was for a couple.I was far from sure I could persuade Tracy in time for us to make use of theinvitation. I had started my campaign of gentle persuasion to develop in Tracy some, ifnot enthusiasm for, at least interest in the party, a campaign that had beendecidedly uphill. I thought it had been successful, until now. I turned intoa lay-by and stopped the car but kept the engine running. ?Look, we're almostthere now.. In a few cases I'll have some additional questions before your pod can be dropped."This was a joke and I spent my time looking around as the Tribune called out several names. It seemed that his story of needing to ask questions meant little since he never did more than look at someone and then waved them towards the teleporter when I heard him call out. "Feldman, Conrad!"I stood up without a word and saluted, although the Tribune merely waved off my salute. "Sorry, I can see you are marked for.