S, the most standard and widely recognized plea for aid in human space. It might take hours to receive a reply, who knew how long it would take to get...noticed. Now he just had to wait.Schaffer sat at the console for the entire day, waving away the aliens who came in search of him to find out what he was doing. He wished that he had some coffee to keep him alert, but all of the sachets that he had found during his frantic search for food all those days ago were spoiled and unfit for consumption.. We eventually arrived at an office on the fifth floor of the original headquarters building. The sign on the glass door of the office read ‘Assistant Director of Operations’. My keeper or guard, as I hadn’t decided which he was, went to the good looking woman sitting behind the large real wood receptionist’s desk and said something to her. It was too low for me to hear it.In the meantime, I was looking around at the reception room. It was large and had seating for a good dozen people without. Upon entering the house the next person she saw was the lady from the fitting room. “Hi Jacqui, glad you decided to join us I am sure we will have fun”. The shoot started by Jacqui knocking on the door and asking for a full fitting session. The assistant introduced herself and invited her in. Although she was nervous she hardly noticed the cameras recording the session. Carol, the assistant, helped Jacqui remove her clothes running her hands all over her boobs and slowly caressing her buttocks.. He took the tea and asked about my husband. I said that he will be in tour all the month except some days. He placed the empty tea cup on the tea poi and said, “Yours is very clean inside.” He said staring into my blouse.“What”, I exclaimed.“Yours house is very clean I said”, said he.“O.K., where is your wife”, I asked.“I was not married; please get me your son.”I then knew that he will only leave out with my son. Then I thought that if I distract with my boobs my son will get some time to come.