"Perform the Visual Test." Ordered the confident, authoritative nude alien slut. A cinnamon-haired Coit'ii with impossibly perky breasts slapped a but...on on the wall, and a sleek, metal pole slid down near the center of the dais where the captive human grunted in his restraints. Thrusting her hips brazenly, the alien strutted towards the length of metal and began a sinuous pole-dance with a preternatural agility and enthusiasm. She shook her naked tits teasingly in the grunting man's face, as. "Okay. I am a sucker for a pretty girl (even one I'm not sleeping with.)"Come on," I said, standing up."What?" Come on," I pulled her to her feet and back into the suite.I slipped back into the bedroom, found Amanda's drawer and got a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts out. Elizabeth had worn a pair of Lisa's shoes the night before so I raided Lisa's shoe pile for a pair of sandals. I grabbed some stuff for me and snuck back out."Here," I said to Elizabeth. "Put these on."She just smiled and did.. Her back arches and she shakes. Her fingers thrust the object as deep within her as her young body will allow and holds it there, her stomach muscles twitching and convulsing, her whole body shuddering as the pleasure that had been building within her explodes within, her body moving of its own accord, wracked with spasms as she rides the object for all its worth. Her muscles in her stomach, tighten around the object, drawing it still deeper within her. The object then starts moving again. This. She was thinking of the young man she had once known. He must be almost thirty years of age, now. She wondered what he looked like. Would he recognise her? She made up her mind, then.After the noon meal, she excused herself and dressed in her Sunday's best. Walking briskly, she arrived at the Mayor's house a few minutes later and asked for an interview. The Mayor was still eating, and he let her wait for almost half an hour. When he finally received her, he was brusque."I know, I know, you want.