Gently he brought it to them, stupidly puckering ashe painted the sticky redness over them. He did not looking in the mirrorto see what he had actuall... done, there was no thought of that, nothought of what it made him look like, he just sighed in the briefrelief it gave him.As the evening finally dawned on that never ending day, Richie satquivering on his bed in his anguish. He was hardly able to wait anylonger he was so desperate to hear the footsteps again, willing thereturn of the old. I glanced down to his khakis and was disappointed to note he was lying on his side meaning his rigid cock was no longer prominent - he caught me looking and grinned broadly, "it's still there" he said making me blush scarlet. "Good - I'd hate to think you weren't bothered anymore" I ruled running a hand from my raised knee down to the skirt of my dress, hooking a finger under the hem I let it fall to reveal my upper thigh. Leaning over he kissed me deeply, putting his body almost completely. ”“True, but I do not believe you have secret exports to Earth. The authorities there would not go along with you on that basis.”“that conclusion has some validity, it would appear, old friend.”“Thank you, Governor. My examination of the exports focussed on those that impacted on people fairly directly, such that behaviour might be modified. My vision centred on two items that I considered possible vectors: A herbal cooking ingredient, and a fungal-based sexual enhancer. Not knowing the details. I am 170 cm high and weigh 68kg. My cock is 7 inches and a smooth cylinder with a slightly enlarged head, uncut. My hips are slim and my ass is small round and firm. The day would be spent in the garden among all the beautiful Assamese tribals. The boys were dusky with shiny skin and healthy bodies. The perfect proportions of their faces and smooth thighs and thin arms were always visible as all workers wore khaki shorts and loose T shirts. The women too wore calf length saris and tight.