"Have you got another copy of the script? Mine is getting kind of rumpled."Charles appeared within a minute, still red in the face and handed her a fr...sh copy. He still didn't look at her face."Thank you, Charlie," she said sweetly."Any time," he said. "I'm ready when you are." Then he left."Are you ready, Bob?" asked Layla.He got his script out and turned to the beginning of chapter four.It turned out that in the story, after his nephew, Paul, had arrived, Bob had had to go on a business trip. Finally he decided to install the man on the Imperial Voyager, the royal yacht, which he hardly ever used.The stallion was simply sent to the royal stables and embarrassed only its donor.There were other gifts, all of considerable value, of varying interest to the Emir. He was particularly intrigued by a set of sixteenth century navigation instruments. The set consisted of an astrolabe and a compass. Both had been salvaged from a sixteenth century wreck in the Caribbean. There was also a copy. Maybe it was a joke by the fates, but the 13th system they visited had an active civilization of oxygen-breathing sentients whose technological and sociological development was on a par with the humans. The Trusans, as they called themselves, had some intrasystem travel capability, but they had nothing approaching any form of FTL travel.On the other hand, the Trusans had some technology that the humans would love to have, so a major effort was launched to learn each other's language. English. Aunt Jen had a need and he wanted to meet that need or should I say meat that need. He licked her clean then dove deeper into her love box which was still very wet. She tasted wonderful and he lapped at her as she squirmed around. When he moved his mouth to her clit, he inserted one, then two fingers into her. He finger fucked her and had to work to keep his mouth on her clit.At the same time, Linda didn’t want to sit by with nothing to do. There was Bobby’s cock and it still had the taste.