I just want to plop down on my couch and veg. I wish I could just let go and pass everything on to someone else. I hate having to make all of the de...isions.”“You just want to pass everything on to someone else. You want to give up authority, at least for a little while. Am I right?” said Rachel.“Exactly,” I replied. “This might sound silly, but I don't want to be in charge all the time.”“That doesn't sound silly at all. In fact, I understand completely,” Rachel said in turn.Our. Gerome agreed to slip in before sunrise and shoot the Cranes while they went about their daily routine. Since it was not part of my master plan, I showed little interest in the project. I did agree to give Gerome anything he needed for his project.“Good Ed, I really need you to take a look at the commercial I am getting ready for the local evening news. The Utube plea for help has raised some money, but not enough for me to get paid. Take a look at the new one before I send it to the Jackson TV. The tanktubs started spraying as they entered, and a number of Wasps were killed on the spot. The dead Wasps turned out to be workers, so little was gained there, other than proof that the poison was effective. The tanktubs cleared the first level, which appeared to be a warehouse similar to what had been found on Loki IV. This floor appeared to be stocked with food produced by a replicator; the contents of the crates looked like slabs of raw meat.The tanktubs moved down to the second. Watching as she picked the electric cord from off the floor, my heart quickened, this was the one tie I had a huge aversion to. It was always a very painful and uncomfortable feeling. Yet my cock betrayed my feelings. Once Mistress was done securing my mouth she stood me up to face the little Imp that I had just fucked. The girls eyes showed disbelief, fear and desire. Curiously watching, never taking her eyes from us as Mistress undressed me, stripping my pants off to reveal my cock as it.