The eye contact made it that much better for both of us. Chris’s tongue dipped into my pussy, savoring the rich taste of my arousal before returning...to lash my clit. As my excitement grew, his hands wandered away from my mound of Venus to wander over the rest of my body. He stroked my breasts, being careful to stay away from my hyper-sensitive nipples for the moment. My own hands were busy stroking his close-cropped hair, trying to pull his face closer to my needy pussy. ‘Oh, baby,’ I moaned. Everything that was left was raw lean muscle."I bet you could beat my time in the forty yard dash now! I'm getting in better shape myself right now but you're just disturbingly over-healthy. I'll order in burgers for lunch ... nice and greasy ones too!"We ate those burgers, and he finished off three of them himself, but I was sure that none of it would return to his formerly massive waistline or barrel chest. And here I was thinking that I was still the stud of our friends! A few hundred more. He was talking about Area 51 and the routine helicopter sightings and then it was in my…in my brain. ‘Aren’t you a pretty lady?’ I sat bolt upright, certain something fucking weird had just happened. Fuck, but it hurt! I instinctively examined my side, but the ink remained stubbornly just as I’d left it. It was a little dry and I’d thought of it, so I thought I’d go give it a wash. It was just the trauma and pain messing with my head. That’s all it was. Honest. I padded off to the bathroom with. Following an outburst from the ambassador, the Chief of Mission had a conversation with the AI and informed it of what the usual human conventions were for diplomatic missions. The AI considered the information and agreed with the Chief that it would harm the interests of the Confederacy for it to compromise the privileged status of an embassy with the host nation, and at that moment promptly refused sharing any additional information about what had been going on within the compound with the.