By the end of the voyage-visit, the passengers were on their next step to becoming renaissance men – uhh, beings.Upon their arrival, Inkie, and the ...olographic avatars of Helva and Jubal presented themselves to Lead Counselor T’Bwinkel. “As promised, we bring your godson, Caleb,” Inkie began, “and we took it upon ourselves to bring his companions who will likely accompany him throughout his life’s journey. Though I must confess, we didn’t have much choice, because the thought of separation was. She parted her legs still further, which parted her buttocks to my gently probing tongue, a tongue that found that tight little place where I so love to play. I pressed into her bottom, tasting her, breathing in her heady aroma as I probed her like I had done to her mouth earlier. My finger, working in her hot, wet pussy, was soon joined by a second.Her knees were beginning to bend and straighten as the first throes of orgasm built up inside her and her body began to tremble. She began to cry. I continued with practical stuff. "I have made sure Laura is adequately clothed, but obviously it would be handy if she had more of her own stuff - at least while it fits her, and I am sure she would like to have her books and other personal belongings in her rooms in my apartment."I made sure to emphasize the plural 'rooms'. This time there was a confirmative noise.I carried on. "If you could pack her things in a couple of boxes or what not, I could pick them up. I am in the area on Tuesday. The policeman has a table which from the suspect’s point of view hides half the policeman’s body. Suspect has no table. The suspect’s back is against the wall, but the suspect’s front is bared and unprotected. It is a powerful psychological inequality. Add to this that the policeman is an authority figure, an authority, the impression magnifies. The humiliating effect of the interrogation room is variable. The suspect’s chair can be moved closer to the policeperson’s table. If the chair is.