By now my hand had slid under the thin elastic waistband of her night dress bottom and I told her that she was pulling the hand of the man near her pu...sy and wishing that he touched her there and then suddenly my hand glided over her shaved pubic mound and one of my finger went into her warm and wet opening. I guided our intertwined fingers towards her well dowsed clitoris. She was dripping and I had my fingers covered with her juice. While making another pass over her slit, I pushed the pair. I have heard that the public is threatening to call it 'The Flowsman House', kind of like the Americans back on Earth called the presidential mansion the White House. I like the concept they have, but the name is just all wrong.April offered, "Well, we'll paint it white on the outside, and start calling it the White House, then, Dear."Everyone chuckled at the simplicity of the statement, and the fact that paint of any kind won't stick to the alloy metal that makes up the out side of this. "I stood up and bowed lightly and said very calmly, "I will acquiesce tobecome the Mistress of the Wardrobe, my dear sir"First Drink of FireQue"Drink that and the whole process will be easier for you to bear and whenthe Captain sees you again that will be easier to bear as well." Please for everyone's sake drink it and become the Mistress we allneed."This last sentence was almost pleadingly spoken.I lifted the glass to my lips thinking 'Here I go again, but this timewith these men I don't know. The sad part of it all was that it bothered him at the time. If she knew everything that happened then why didn’t she do anything to help her sister? He had hoped that she didn’t do anything because she didn’t know about it until after the fact, but now he wasn’t so sure. Could the woman that he loved really be as cold hearted as he was thinking? If she was could he go through with marrying her in less than eighteen hours? Jake heard a car pull up and watched as it parked two spaces from Jos’s..