The guests would then be transported back to the mess halls for the bar-b-que supper with ice cream for desert. Dancing would round out the evening.Th... big day finally arrived! People actually started to arrive barely after dawn. Those early birds had brought a picnic lunch and planned to make a full holiday of it. The day was a real rarity for NMT, it was overcast, but not enough to dampen any spirits. The visitors stands and outhouses had been constructed days before, so there were places for. James, a wealthy businessman who believed that the tales of the temple's curses were nothing more than mere fabrications brought about through human superstition. He wanted the yet to be retrieved ''Staff of Xzolotecl''. According to St James, his interest in the staff was not motivated by its supposed mystical powers, but by its status as a priceless artefact.To him the artefact not being recovered yet was simply due to the lack of skill of the explorers that he'd sent before Lara, but he had. ”The door opened, and the group stepped inside. Moralez had a spacious office, the walls and desk were lined with consoles and readouts, no doubt informing him of everything that was happening on the station at any time. As Clayton marveled at the equipment he noticed views of the hangar bays, cargo manifests, a few personnel profiles open on one monitor. He felt as if he were standing inside the Pinwheel’s very brain. Moralez rose from his seat and took Reid’s hand in his polymer prosthetic,. It looked so big and full and... delicious. I bent over and put my hand over his, then I put the head of it in my mouth and started to suck. It just felt so right. He moaned and lay his head back over the edge of the couch, his mouth agape. I just kept sucking and stroking him, cupping his heavy hairy balls in my hand, feeling them tighten and hearing his breath get harder and heavier until he came, pumping his load into my mouth.Since then, I've been his. We don't talk about it much outside.