She had nibbled her lower lip and gripped the book in front of her a little harder. The rear camera of her phone showed the crowd. Both men and women ...ere intent on her reaction and I’m sure her half-revealed full breasts swaying above the desktop.She continued, “…’But not for long. Soon... soon the Barrier would thin enough’…”I moved forward and gently parted the outer labia with my fingers and saw her hips shift in front of me. Above her eyes widened and she licked her lips pausing again.Her. Pilots: what kind of juice young man. Me: hold on, it is orange juice she drank and some fell on seat so it smells like that.Now back to normal mode pilots are driving & with the help of bro mobile I sat near to bhabhi like touch each other & pretending like showing balu mama s pic to pilots. I was touching her breast, lips, things & pussy for sometimes. Ravi was driving and bro was sleeping & we sat behind bro.I kept my left hand b/w her legs & smoothly rubbing her pussy area, while I was. Not as a trophy – an objectified symbol of a faction Chief’s power. But such is the fate of Coora. So I meekly follow my new master into ancient chamber – a space with sandstone walls, containing eight heavy thrones, each carved from a single piece of rock. Eight faction leaders must have been the highest number there’s been in Aghara-Penthay’s history, but in the era of my slavery, there are only three leaders occupying chairs - Salarin, Cronorgan and Monad. I’ve seen broadcasts of the faction. Aboard the larger of the departing ships, a serious discussion started between two Tuull AIs. T’Kuudshpp asked, T’Kleeoran, also known by her human name, Dora, replied, She paused, Lolli’s ‘voice’ was plaintive. Dora responded without hesitation, Lolli replied. Then, he asked. Dora was certain, < No, T’Kleesual has not wakened. It may, probably will. But so far as I can determine, you and I are unique.> She paused for a computational eternity to consider, then continued, She continued.