][Send it to my terminal. Full stop and stand by for further orders. I will make my way to the bridge shortly.][File is sent, captain. I will pass alo...g your orders.][Thank you, XO, ] the captain replied, ending the connection between them and raising his mental shields again.Every Scyftan was born with telepathy, though they call it Mindspeaking. It was a defense mechanism when their species was young. It originally allowed them to detect predators as well as find mates. When they detected an. Both call girls’ immediate thoughts were that they were going to be busted for prostitution, but these weren’t cops, and why now, since they hadn’t done anything in so long? Christine and Ashley passed a glance as they both suddenly remembered. There was an older Army Colonel that had been a steady customer. He had always met them in a luxurious hotel room and wore civilian clothes, having told them that it was vitally important to his career to keep his meetings with them a secret. He wasn’t. Not all the way. He sez I'm still too young." So what does he do," I asked as her thighs relaxed again and my fingers had access to her smooth, fat young pussy."Uh ... like ... he does what you're doing Mr. Hamilton." And what else do you do for him? Besides sucking his cock?" I'm not sure why I asked that crude question but I think it helped me gain my main objective for she spread her legs apart."I don't ... like ... not like I did for you Mr. Hamilton Mostly he just touches me ... feels me.". He might have moved on if his eye hadn’t also caught sight of a beautiful but sullen looking young woman, sitting behind the table, staring off into the distance. ‘Come, Henry,’ Gerard said. ‘Let us examine the wool. I hear the wool is the best in these parts.’ The two men wandered over to the table. ‘Wool, sirs?’ the young boy asked, hope evident in his brown eyes. Gerard chuckled. ‘Perhaps, boy,’ he said, ruffling the boy’s hair. ‘You say it’s freshly sheared?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ the boy answered..