“That raises the obvious litany of questions. Who are you, where are you from, and what is your mission, exactly?” I wondered aloud now.“We are ...he ... Xenarians, from the planet Xenar. You see? We were humans once, but another race of ETs abducted us en masse from Earth aeons ago, bio-engineered us, guided the development of our civilization, and included enough of their DNA that their own dying race wouldn’t disappear entirely. In all other ways, our benefactor race went extinct due to their. The first list of girls comes from one of the most humiliating parts of the world, aside from politics: High School.At Grover High School, there is a sort of dress code for students, teacher, and attending parents alike. Any pants worn, whether it be leggings or jeans, must be pulled up as high as possible, tightly hugging the cheeks of the girl as a sort of constant humiliation, giving everyone else a view of their bottom. Skirts and dresses must be either skin-tight, or tucked into the. Even the relationship I had with Abi hadn't come close to the almost spiritual coupling of mind and body I'd experienced last night.We wandered to the shop in companionable silence and both Pamela and Abi waited outside chatting to Frank Fields, my agent, who had just left the shop before we arrived. Afterwards we had a slight detour to take Pamela to her door where we said our goodbyes to her."It was lovely seeing you, Pamela. I hope you and Jenny can arrange something similar soon," I. I pushed my tongue into her then moved it up along her groove and ran it around her swollen clitoris, I did that over and over, her movements were getting stronger and more pronounced, then she started to jerk, moaning loudly, and she reached down and pulled my head hard against her sex and I felt the shuddering orgasm rip through her body. Slowly her orgasm faded and I kneeled up and removed my hands from below her, leaving her sat on the edge of the sofa and she sat up to kiss me, as I.