"And don't talk." "Okay." He smacked her thigh hard enough to make it tingle. "I said, don't talk." Oh, so he wanted to play that game. Disoriented fr...m the blindfold, all of her other sense refocusing to compensate for the lack of vision, when she felt one large finger slide into her body she wanted to scream. It felt harder and larger than anything before. She knew logically that his cock was bigger than a single finger, but it certainly didn't feel like it at the moment. That finger swirled. Fatima thought it was just as beautiful, and sighed with pleasure when she noticed the tip of his cock already glistening with pre-cum. She got down onto her knees infront of Zain and smiled at him as she slowly stroked his rock hard shaft.Zain sucked in his breath, his throbbing cock needing release. He closed his eyes and tried to regain some control, but pre-cum kept dripping from his tip, and Fatima used her thumb to coat his head with his wetness. He groaned, opening his eyes to look at. It was the evening after Uno’s death. Accepting Hernando’s and Jenaro’s story at face value, and the blood stains in the walkway backed them up, the precision of the shooting was phenomenal.There were three quick shots within a two centimeter radius directly on target with Alfredo’s heart. And this from a distance of fifty meters with a Bersa pistol? One shot sure, two maybe with the wildest of luck, but three pushed the issue to a conclusion Ricardo hated. They were up against a world-class. Looking at the shape of the hull and the prevalence of heat shielding tiles, we can infer that this is an atmospheric glider, which suggests that the chemical engines that this vessel uses are weaker and less efficient than our own. I estimate that it should be able to break orbit under its own power, but that fuel economy would be an issue. Our own dropships are very efficient, they’re able to enter and leave the gravitational well of a planet under their own power several times in succession.