Looking over, Frank saw Abam, just as naked as the German couple, snuggled up behind his wife.It had happened. She had really done it. They had really...done it.“Good morning, honey,” Sandra whispered with her eyes half-closed.“Good morning, darling,” Frank answered in a matching volume. Her hand started caressing his.“How are you?” Sandra asked.Frank closed his eyes for a moment before answering.“I feel… fine, actually. I wouldn’t have imagined it to be like this, but somehow I really do feel. Was it...reading my mind? My eyes widened in shock and amazement.“Yes, I can. It is much easier to communicate this way than to use...mouths, as you call them. My species does not have a concept for the oral transmission of words. We speak with each other through our minds.”I spoke aloud this time: “Isn’t that risky? What if, like, someone sees something in your mind that you didn’t want them to see?”“In my species...the concept of a secret does not exist. All information is shared, as I am. I had to wear the signs of my shame for all to see. As I got dressed again, cum trails flowed down my thigh highs and of course my face, neck and tits had dried cum all over. With an evil look, Charles said, ‘Nicely done, whore, you’ve earned yourself a drink’. ‘No, please! I don’t need a drink!’ I was horrified that anyone would see me in my debauched state. We drove back to the luxury hotel, and they led me by the leash to the posh cocktail lounge, which was filled with couples and. No reporter could rattle Melanie with insensitive questions. She realized what David had done and why, and she gave him a grateful hug.They were only ten minutes early. There was no time for Melanie to get nervous before a bailiff called her up. David followed them and parked his wheelchair at a designated space watching the proceedings.Melanie was sworn in, and he thought it was a good sign that she spoke with a quiet, calm voice. The prosecutor then began his questioning, leading Melanie.