”The hologram of Commodore Constance Legrere, First Squadron’s commander, nodded in firm agreement. “Yes, Sir.” She had been on leave planetsi...e when the first United Nations ship had appeared through the wormhole, and she was aboard one of her scouts, racing for the wormhole. “I wouldn’t have expected them to be so ... intractable.”Admiral Aaron Peters sighed. “I would have thought that a first contact mission would have been handled differently.” The Roger Evans had been guarding the. Thus, neither the guards nor the prisoners were aware of her still-cherry condition.She had come very close to it on two occasions. Just before making her decision to enter the convent, she had gone to a long-awaited "going away" dance with a young soldier heading overseas to an almost certain death in the jungles of some dangerous Island. They had laughed and bounced against each other in happy exuberance like fumbling puppies discovering life. Before she realized it, Mary had spread her legs. You start to pant heavily. You let go and become less aware of whose hands or how many hands are touched you and more into the intense warm waves you are riding. Your eyes are closed now as you wriggle amongst the group of 5 guys that have circled you, touching, rubbing and probing all parts of your body. You feel two hands start to lift your dress up slowly. First up your thighs. Then over your hips and overyour waist. You feel someone lift your arms and before you realise what is happening. "By rights you should be protesting..." she said, shaking her head.I hardly even winced as she took the cervical swab. By the time she was done, I was pretty close, myself!I groaned as she pulled her hand back, not from the pain that the widening of my vulva should have triggered, but from the exquisite tendrils of bliss that were wrapping themselves around my loins. As her knuckles held me wide, I felt a half-spasm that expelled the remainder of her hand and the hot familiar trickle of near.