Then there are you and me."Our Romulan crew mates, who are exclusively male, perceive us asfemale. That is an illusion that we are well advised to ma...ntain.Romulan males, like males of any species, are ultimately motivated bythe desire for sex. They will give you most anything you want if theythink there is a chance of an interactive orgasm in the deal. Youhave to work with the tools you have at hand and, in this case, yourtool is femininity."Let's talk about Romulans for a moment. Romulans. ..Then I would drop my hand from your nipples and lightly spank the front of your shaved mound, smacking your hooded love button as I pull your head back further, covering your mouth with mine in a passionate, aggressive french kiss..."Stick out your tongue!" I would command and then suck it into my mouth, in and out, as I vigorously massage your clit. Then, suddenly, I would shove you forward again, head down, red ass up and spank your cheeks more, occasionally spreading them as I lean forward. Jill paused for a beat.“I’m a good girl, Mistress Amy,” Jill said even more softly.“Prove it,” Amy said. “Good girls follow orders. Pull your underwear off and place them in your mouth.”Another beat. Jill had never done anything like that but the burning in her privates couldn’t be denied. Slowly, she bent over and slid the panties to the floor, exposing her bare pussy to the younger girl.She slipped them off her foot and bunched them into a ball. She stared at the ball for a long while, unsure. “Okaaay…?” William didn’t sound convinced. “Well, I…I need to know stuff like that cuz I’m in the school paper.” Peter replied with a bit more confidence, this time looking at William again. “I didn’t know you were in the paper…” “I must have forgotten to mention it. But then, we’ve only met like two times before, right?” Peter said with a grin. “I’m nothing important there, mind. I’m just one of the assistant photographers.” “Wow, you’re already a swimmer, and you’re also photographer? I wish.