The clamp was warded. The Exchequer said so as well, only with a terribly oversized grin:"Wards. I wouldn't waste any more vitality on that." On what?... Escape," said the Exchequer as all three of them they were being lowered down gently after a nod to the Drone, wielding a small, unassuming device with no visible controls."Why would I do that? I came for the ship," said Sam with a bad smile and a painfully obvious attempt at trying to hustle his way out of what seemed to be a rather regrettable. "It's been a long time," he said quietly.Benji looked up at Brandon, surprise clearly written across his face. "Oh. I thought..." No. I haven't really been with anyone since my ex-wife. I make up shit for Ben's sake. It's better if he thinks I'm some kind of pussy hound." Benji cringed at the vulgar word and Brandon couldn't help but smirk. "Then he won't worry about me. So when you held me like that... Well, it made me feel..." Brandon rubbed a hand over the stubble of his crew cut, trying to. He slammed me down against the bed and slid his tongue over my wetness. He bit at my clit hard before sucking it into his mouth. He spread my legs as far apart as he could and traced his mouth from my clit to my hole continuously. He slid his tongue deep inside me quickly, and due to my wetness, it was not a very difficult task.My hole quickly dilated to take the shape of his tongue. His thumb was pressed against my clit and he brought his other hand down. He opened my pussy lips, pulling them. "Come in! You must be half-frozen," my father said. "Come on over here near the stove where it's warmer." Thanks," the stranger said, taking in the rest of Dad's brood with his inquisitive eyes."Oh, this feels mighty nice," he laughed. "It's colder than a stepmother's kiss out there," he said, winking at us kids."By the way, my name is Elmer Peako." My name is Edmund and this is my wife, Bessie and these are our boys," my Dad said."Elmer, could I fix you something to eat. We don't have much,.