He was alone. His father having passed away when he was five, his mother strangled to death by a soldier who didn’t like how much she fought against...him. He ran then. He ran long and hard trying to forget the pain and anger on his mother’s face and the curses of the military man who took her from him. He was afraid and so young. He wandered his native land for months before coming to rest at this sad reminder. He knew he was somewhere in Scotland, but it resembled nothing he had ever seen. But today, it seemed the only time that he had a few spare moments, she had been busy with something.So, instead, he did something he hadn’t done in quite some time. He clicked on Office Whore file on his computer and chose a video clip of a delightful session with his favorite slut. Then he unzipped his pants, letting his hardness spring free from his boxers, and, with a little dab of lube from his drawer, stroked his cock while he watched the video version of his dick slide into Reina Kelly’s. My super sensitive nipples were, are, my weakness. If touched just the right way, they are a direct line to crotch. Their like tiny buzzers, that when manipulated, would let permit any visitor into the building. He pretty much had me at this point. Outside of the occasional hand-holding and hugs, I hadn't been touched in a long time. I hadn't been felt-up like this or gotten this kind of intense attention in so very long. I felt a wave of shock when he gripped the round mocha scoops of naked. ”“I’m sorry, Tala. We couldn’t chance the possibility of a transmission being intercepted, so my plan was to limit that possibility by using Mindspeak.”“Ehh, I’ll forgive ya. I finally got me dream ship, so I’m happy. I assume you’re stoppin’ by to pick up the woman they found near Omeron’s old stateroom?”“Yes. I wasn’t sure if you had been notified about it or not, so I figured I’d let you know.”“I appreciate the thought. Xigios called ahead and let me know ya would be takin’ Omeron off me.