He's the Trade Minister, you're a Trade Envoy. A transaction occurred. You can't just turn up and say you didn't mean it. Where would that leave your ...redibility? No that wouldn't do at all. Even if it was likely that Kushnar would accept it." Sir Patrick was long experienced in making the outrageous seem reasonable."But I didn't 'trade' Suzie. I couldn't, could I?" No, but that's not how Kushnar would see it. You turn up with an attractive woman in tow. Of course he assumes that she is. I mean . . . ‘ She gave up and laughed again. ‘Okay, sure.’ She pressed the button to call the elevator. She tried not to feel self-conscious as Dom studied her again while they waited, but could feel her cheeks flushing. The doors opened and they stepped in. ‘So, I wanted—’ she began, but got no further as Dom pressed her against the back wall with a hungry kiss. Dom had wanted to kiss her since she’d stumbled over her words in the restaurant. He’d been entranced by the dark hair that matched. She pulled the covers back and we both laid down in each others arms, kissing and fondling, feeling all the nice parts we wanted to feel. As she rubbed my cock, it was coming back to life, having had so much excitement, it seemed now eager for more. Then she bent over and sucked it directly back to life. ‘Wow, Susanne, I really thought I was down for the count but look what you brought back to life.’ ‘Yes, and it’s all mine, too,’ she said as she got up over me and reached behind and under to. After waiting ten minutes or so with no sign of more of the last group of aliens, the General put his rifle on stun and swept the whole area around them.“Kayla,” Jeff called out, but she, having seen what the General had done, also sprayed the area around her with her rifle set on stun.“I think it’s about time for us to leave. Dr. Emerson, are you and your people in shape to walk out of here?” the General asked.“My feet are still somewhat numb, but I think I can make it. How about you,.