The graduate student was neither naïve nor unduly trusting but she hadn't yet put the available evidence together. First there was the lack of an... interview even though she spent almost two hours over lunch. She didn't even connect the unusual discharge that stained her panties. An effect of her frustration and need after her session with the little sexpot, Leena, she'd thought as she showered. That was also the reason for her greater than usual need to be filled by a man or, since few men. Trust in the Gods, I thought, and slipped off my right Titanium glove. It went on easily over my hand and when in place was almost unnoticeable. I put my glove back on, hiding it. Just in time, as the first of my party arrived."Well met, Gaku!" I cried, getting to my feet to slap him on the arm. "I see my letter reached you. Sometimes I wonder how Redcap trains all those boys of his to deliver letters and parcels wherever you are!" Yes, I got it," Gaku replied, rubbing his arm. "Why all this. Becky licked around the head of his dick apparently not too upset with his foul language.Becky was surprised with herself. This was not something she had ever considered doing. She was licking her husband's thingy. The thing he peed from. His penis. It was dirty and made her feel cheap. Still, Pete seemed to be enjoying it very much and she expected his little penis to squirt soon. Little? It was 6 inches, not little. Where had that come from? Where had the idea to do this in the first place. ”“Where I come from we would call this a Damascene conversion my friend. I need to consult with Tara, yourself and Tur separately before I consent.” I wasn’t trying to live up to my name and be a real Don (‘here, kiss my ring, you may be required to do me a favour later’ I thought. I could feel some aliens laughing ‘not everything has to have a filmic reference Don’); it hardly seemed up to me to give or refuse permission. But since he had asked, I needed to be sure it was the right thing to.