My body bucked and heaved on the bed. I squeezed Thrak's hand hard as my orgasm washed through my mind. I didn't care what Noami did to Thrak. I drank...in the pleasure bursting through my body while the captain's small fist kept pumping my cunt, sending new ripples to crash into the last.“Oh, yes,” I panted. “Slata's hairy cunt, yes, that's wonderful.”“I love human cunt,” agreed Natan as he withdrew his arm. My pussy juices stained almost all the way to his elbow. My eyes fluttered as I stared. It was going to be our biggest deliverance ever and the most complicated.Normally, our customers had one product and needed labels for just that. The new order was from a company that labelled all kind of products for smaller companies who had limited resources for specialised equipment. This meant that the machines had to be reprogrammed and readjusted often, something we usually did, but this customer wanted a trained staff of their own to do it. The word was that someone from our department. She put her hands on the keys. She frowned for a moment. I almost laughed. It was the exact expression that Morry wore before beginning to play. Then Esther started to play.I don't know what I expected. Perhaps the usual incoherent banging on the keys that most children produce when they "play" the piano. That was not what we heard. Instead, we heard what sounded to me like a finished piece of music. And very well-played. It began with a galumphing sort of theme. That was followed by a gentle. "Her last name sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't pin it down."You're quite welcome, Mrs. O'Connor, but I actually can't remember what I did to deserve your thanks." I thought you might not. Does the name John Brown ring a bell?"Hesitating, I nodded. She smiled."He's my son. His real name is Franklin O'Connor."Of course I remembered. It had been about a year and a half earlier. He was the eighteen year old punk who came into my store with a prescription for oxy, obviously forged on a.