He put the magazine down and looked up. And his jaw dropped. A dark haired woman emerged from the doorway, immaculately dressed with skysc****r heels ...nd a tight bun in her hair and silk scarf round her throat. Wow. Was this another secretary? The previous patient leaving? "Mr Williams?" The woman came towards him and extended her hand. "Paula Benedict. Pleased to meet you."Still in shock, he stood up and shook her hand. He had the impression it was Paul Benedict on the scrap of paper Amelia. She honestly didn't know how much longer she could wait.Her little cunt gushed out gallons of hot pussy juice. It overflowed her pussy and splashed down her thighs and onto the surface of the sofa.Nick inhaled deeply, savoring the fragrance of his little sister's hot cunt-juice. He moved one hand down to her pussy, thrusting his fingers between her puffy cunt-lips. He continued to suck and nibble her gigantic tits. His fingers slipped wetly over her juicy pussy as her pussy-juice drenched his. Just as I was looking at myself in the mirror, my hair still in a bunwith the pink bow, I heard him say, "Dyvia, I'm all done, I got a moviefor us to watch."I called out to him, "Be right there."I walked out, made sure my heels were clicking nice and loudly. He stoodup and turned around to face me, his mouth dropped as I swayed my hips.He was lost for words; I smiled, put my weight on one foot, and stuck outmy other a bit, "What are you gawking at?"He stammered out a, "Mistress Dyvia?" That's. Addressing Priya, I said, "Unlike the Space Service girl who brought me that ice water on the way to the place of bonding, the guards are genetically imprinted with a pattern of subservience and obedience. They can not set strategy, nor take a great deal of initiative, but they do very well at finding creative solutions to the goals they are given."Back in the home system, there were Alphas who led, Betas who managed, and drones, who served."The Craxill were shuddering again, so I continued,.