The freebie offerings in the bathroom are okay, but hardly fitting for myspecial, girlie day of pampering. Still, I decide to have a shower.Once out, ... rely on Charley's skills, as it seems that her hair requires alot more care than I'm used to. I locate a hairdryer in one of thedrawers, but it's wired in place and the cord is a little bit short: it'shard to see myself in the mirror.Obviously installed by some fucking male.At last, my hair is sorted and I turn my attention to makeup. Charley. This got me really fucking horny, so my ass muscles began to relax. I felt her finger join her tongue and I gave in. I lowered my head and raised my ass like a slut. She probed a finger in and it felt...good. Alyson continued to finger my hole, then lubed up a 2nd then a 3rd finger and inserted them, slowly stretching my virgin ass. I told her I was about to cum and she backed away from my cock, edging my blue balls. Alyson squirted a little lube in my ass and I braced for what was comming. I. “Good evening, Admiral,” Captain Armala Whitney said as she strode into the room. She was small, dark, wiry, and exuded enough energy to move her vessel without a fusion plant. “Please, sit down. May I offer you something to eat or drink?”“No, thank you, Captain,” Aaron released the chair from its stowage lock and sat down. “I’ll come to the point. We’re here to investigate Luisa McDaniel’s activities aboard your ship. I hope to have your full support as we conduct this inquiry.”Whitney sat. He wanted a bottle of wine, [bouteille] and instead asked for a boite [box] of wine. We both laughed. His accent was horrible and it made me laugh just to hear it. There were times I thought he made his accent as bad as possible just to make me laugh; and at other times I knew his French was the worst I had ever heard. He tried to translate things for me and I frequently had to have him write it down so I could use the computer to understand the translations. But he was kind and he made me.