Ekela smiled as he watched her from behind. She would be his wife in one more month, and he thought she was the most beautiful woman imaginable. Their...quiet walk continued, and Ekela's mind drifted to the thoughts of all his briefings of the Hopewell's history with this strange environment.Through a number of painful and two almost fatal lessons, the Hopewell had learned that the procedure for safe entry was not just a matter of the correct chemical signal from the green pepper bush. The number. I changed into shorts, a sexy cage bra and a tank top. I looked like something someone wouldn’t treat gently. That’s exactly what I wanted!I rushed to the door as soon as the bell rang. He was dressed casually in shorts and a t-shirt and carried a bag. He stared at my cleavage as soon as he saw me, exactly what I dressed for. I turned around and walked into the bedroom. I pulled my top off immediately and turned toward him.He didn’t waste time and rushed up to me and picked me up and started. I was certainly interested in more than a hand-job, so I backed away, pulling my dick out of the hole-in-the-wall. That caused my first partner to back away and leave so that the younger guy could come in and take over. He was about 40 and a real stud with curly blond hair. I’m 64, but my 8-inch thick dick levels a lot a playing fields. He immediately dived in a started sucking, going all the way down on my dick. From my upper level, I reached over the wall and caressed his head, feeling down. ?What do you think?? he asked.She looked at the device standing in the center of the room. It was a large wooden wedge, about two feet long with sides about a foot high. The sides met at about a thirty-degree angle making it a sharper and even crueler looking than the one in the museum. Supported by four sturdy, well-braced legs, it stood a little higher than her waist. When she was perched on it, no matter how desperately she pointed her feet and strained, the floor would remain at least six.