"That remark causes me to ask, "Can your people bond with any other races?"Grr replies bluntly, "None that we know about."I muse aloud, "So we are lik... the Ciubellas of Kragithan ... that is not a good recommendation for my people, is it?"He answers quietly, "At least you haven't destroyed yourselves, like they did."I know that my answer is morbid but with humans you can never be certain, "No, not yet at least."Grr dismisses me by sternly telling me to sleep. I realize that my comment has irked. Crying,screeching. "You bastard! You rotten bastard! You're a horrible husband,a bruttal father and deserves to have your balls kicked" Her knees were trying to do just that,but I'd been here before. - Panting and quietening down as she clung to me, - "You're horrible,I know I shouldn't have took that money,but he shouldn't 'well done me should he?' I didn't let him,he just held me down and done me!" - "And the orgasm? " - "Yeah! Oh that! You heard me I guess" - I nodded a yes, - "Well that was. “Right,” Matt said, “you all know what you have to do, let’s make this an evening that Georgia will remember for the rest of her life, but before we go any further, we’ve chosen a ‘safe’ word for you Georgia, if you say the word ‘Eros’, the Greek god of love, everything will stop and we’ll get you out of there. Do you understand?”I nodded my head, and by then I had realised what was going to happen and my pussy was oozing, but the Greek god of love was too close to the Greek god of fertility. I. Her affection for Steve was clear. He was a carpenter. He made a living with a building team but was trying to build up a furniture business. He was a Manchester United fan. Rory, it turned out, was a supporter of Arsenal so they were soon off into football which let Steve loosen up. Margaret arrived with a tall, quite distinguished looking man in his mid-forties called Philip. It turned out that he was an army officer and soon showed an infectious sense of humour. Everyone got on with everyone.