Information flowed one way, into the Protectorate. They protected the Alliance but outside of allowing the Alliance to know of the completion of a tas..., and providing an after action report, there was no idle chitchat of any kind.Any communication had to be by telepathy and tightly controlled. The strongest of the telepaths received intensive training in blocking telepathic probes before posting to Protectorate Vessels, Haven, Ark, or receiving postings as liaison officers to the Alliance.Each. . oh, please, no-" Cindy reappeared and put her index finger on Ingrid's lips. "No? You don't want to go to the concert?" Ingrid bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and nodded, and said, "Please, not too hard." Cindy took her hand and led her over to the bed. "Bend over and put your hands on the bed. Spread your legs." Ingrid did what she was told. Her heart was pounding. Cindy stood close by her left side and caressed her ass with her right hand, holding her left and on Ingrid's lower back.. She arches her back as much as possible to expose her ass to him. Her current position makes this difficult and she begs to be released from her restraints. SMACK she feels his palm against her right ass cheek. "Don't ask again," he says to her sternly. She whimpers quietly from the pain, but forgets about it quickly as he enters his middle finger into her asshole using the wetness from between her legs as lube; slowly at first, then harder and faster. He enters her canal, fucking her ass with. The mini-helmet head sat curved above the hiddenbump sponge before being pinned at the back of his head above his tightcurls. Little clips and pins that held it from moving were expertlyhidden and the daintiest satin bow which divided the curls from thebump in matching cranberry.He'd barely spend a second the whole weekend without his feet pinchedinside in shoes to die for or a moment in the most darling dresses sothat wouldn't change for the bridal shower.Even after days like this he would.