They want the kitchen to churn on the same limited meals night after night. This is not the work for a real chef, but more what in the trade is called...a ‘short order cook’. They get paid a lot less and do the same thing day after day. There’s no creativity in the meals planned or how they’re prepared. I want somewhere that I can exercise those traits – my skills.”Dave and Bobbie nodded. He asked, “Do you only do Greek cooking and cuisine?”“Oh, no. I do just about anything – very cosmopolitan.. .. did she like it? She still didn't know, but this was very hot. He sat back and allowedher to rub. She started to undo his belt, this is what he came for...."STOP!" he said and stood up. "Come over here," He moved to an openplace in the living room. She followed and started to kiss him. Hepushed her away and put his hand on her shoulder pushing down. "On yourknees, right here." He pointed. She kneeled before him. "Look at mewhile you do this, understand?" She was getting so nervous. There was, of course, the fact that both Suit and Hilbora had been transported to a planet many hundred lightyears distant from Deep Blue.Fleet had dispatched a fast ship from Bleu, planet, The closest Union fleet base and would be here shortly.The chief was in bad shape, but the med team was able to consult an Ult expert who assisted via Avatar presence and they assured Tyron that Hilbora would be okay.He did not need to sit, or any other needs a biological being had. Tyron had no eyes, no. Just as she reached my dick, she grabbed it and stroked it a few times, forcing my foreskin down.In just a few strokes, with just the tip of my dick peeping out of the foreskin, she got up and sat on the bed with her legs on either side of my waist. She grabbed my dick up straight, placed it under her pussy lips. She sat over my waist in a flash.In a matter of a second or two, my dick was fully immersed inside her wet and sticky pussy. I closed my eyes and gasped. With my foreskin being pushed.