.." she said,"...let's make tracks," as she started the engine up, placing the gearinto drive, the smooth Audi moved away effortlessly and quietly. A ...ewmoments later she passed me a pair of sunglasses, saying, "Just pop theseon Chrissie and then I want you to place each of your hands just undereach thigh." I did as she said only to find that the glasses were notonly a wrap around style, but that they had been completely 'blacked out'leaving me effectively blindfolded!Doing exactly as. The enemy missiles and gun platforms started dying, as they were hit by the return fire.The San Juan seemed like she had a charmed life as she dodged through the enemy fire. She shattered weapons platforms that dropped into range. Then an explosion detonated in her mid-center weapons platform as a trail of antimatter warheads punched though her shields and wrecked a quarter of her missile defenses.The explosion blossomed out from the hull as the antimatter rounds in the destroyed railguns. In her stint as a secretary, she has been having sex with him for the last three years. It all started one fine day as they were sitting in the back seat of the car, the driver was negotiating a turn handsome cyclist brushed him.He stopped the car and was busy fighting with him. The CEO was having a habit of putting his hands on the seat head in order to support his arms. This has been the practice for over a year or so.But today as Kritika turned back to see what the driver was doing she found. We could be at our crafts.”I laughed at Faoril's crestfallen face. She closed her robes and straightened up. Her cheeks reddened and she backed off to us. She shook her head. Faoril was a cum-slut. All female mages had to be. She gazed at the seven dwarves and their muscular, strong bodies with longing.“I hope Thrak can get it up tonight,” muttered Faoril. “I'm so horny. Seven hunky dwarves and I can't even give one a handjob.”“There's always Chaun,” I said. “I'm skipping my turn.