" But there are more species in the Confeder ... racy than just the Darjee aren't there?" he persisted.The AI was fractionally slower to respond this ...ime. "That information is not available."Melissa looked up, annoyed at the response. "Look, you overgrown lump of silicon, we're not asking you to name them, nor to tell us where they live. Just give us some basic idea of how many there might be, or more to the point, just confirm that the Darjee are not the only surviving species of the. In her aroused state, the small blonde knew having actual intercourse with the dogs was purely a myth. Surely different species, humans and animals could not mate.But there his red veined cock hung, only inches from her pursed red lips. As her loins heated up, the young blonde became bolder and began moving forward and back against the rough tongues. She was so aroused and seconds away from unleashing the flood gates onto the jabbing tongues. As she moved forward, the hot tip of the rottwielers. During the week, I gradually became more aware of my surroundings and my room mates. Looking past my feet, that bed was occupied by a 20 year old, who was to have his appendix removed. Beside me was a 70 year old guy who was recovering from a car accident, both legs in casts. K.i.d.d.y corner across from me was a Mr. Edwards. That is not his real name, btw. In that week, I got to glimpse all their cocks. The 20 year old was being transferred onto a gurney from his bed one day and the nurses. Not a pleasant memory at all!"'What the hell is going on? Why was I drugged? Why am I on a ship bound for Caster Prime, who the hell are you and why the hell would you put me in Cryo sleep for a journey that only take a couple of weeks?" Kat, her fear and frustration mounting, fired off her questions in a machine-gun staccato, not even bothering to breathe or pause from one to the next.The older woman stared at her for a moment, then frowned slightly and sat back in her chair. Reaching around.