They’d spent the next few hours in the unused loft, exploring his every whim. She’d been bent over the railing and spanked until she begged for me...cy, and then fucked up the ass. Afterwards he’d pushed her to her knees and ordered her to clean his cock with her mouth. Before she was done, he’d shot his load again demanding that she swallow every last drop. She was, after all, his ‘dirty little girl’. She’d pleaded with him, after that, to make her cum. No, not to make her cum. To let her cum. . I lay stock still not knowing if I should run for cover. There was definitely someone there. Before I could decide what to do, the shadowy form stepped away from the house toward me. Once in the moonlight I could see that it was Derrek. My first instinct was to cover myself, but then I saw that he was naked also. Not only that but he was sporting a serious hard-on.My insides went all gushy. What was he doing? What should I do? His hand went slowly to his cock. I was unable to look away. He took. Sims. Have a seat."Velvet frowned a little at the greeting. Something wasn't quite right. By the time she and Tony had sat down, it occured to her. Mr. Powers had called her by her first name. That was totally out of character for the man. And he had called Tony "Mr. Sims." That was more formal and more as she'd imagined.One further thing. While she and Tony were seated, Williamson remained standing."Mr. Williamson, who is the program director for this station?" Well, uh, we don't have one. It shook his bones, making the scalpels and medical tools on the work surfaces clatter as the vibrations washed over them. He turned to look back at the alien, seeing its blue reproductive organ emerging from its cloaca, its flared tip dripping with clear fluid. It growled again, the low frequency sound dizzying Sousa as he leaned on a nearby table to steady himself. What was it doing? Some kind of mating call? Was it just tired of them ignoring it? It didn’t sound aggressive, but it was deep.