He turned and looked at the bed, then back to me, 'Please can I', he said, wanting to remove my articles of clothing, which consisted mainly of intima...e feminine attire.I saw my vibrator lying in full view, surely he must know what it was, and it excited me that he saw it, I smiled back at him, and nodded my consent for him to handle my underwear.As he gathered my flimsy knickers he fondled them caressingly, his thumb running across the crotch and as he did so he looked back at me looking at. But for now, we need your help, and you can call me Ken."Beth listened intensely as Ken, and asked, "How can I help you, Ken?"Ken gestured to a chair, and continued, "Have a seat Elizabeth and I will explain." Ken watched as she sat and he went around his desk sitting at his chair, and continued, "Elizabeth I want you to interview me, I need to tell the people that we are human, and that we are here to help. But we cannot do that with the United States military endangering our medivac shuttles.. It was long and thin, like his body, and I had sudden slutty urge to take him in my mouth. I began to open up but he halted me with sharp words.“Eager little whore, aren’t you? Well if I teach you one thing tonight, it’ll be patience,” I froze, but the excitement inside me mounted, “Open your mouth.”I obeyed and waited. He thrust forward and I was gagged by his rigid cock. I tried to relax my throat muscles as he continued to fuck my mouth. Just as I was getting used to the feeling of him. Yes..." He nodded."You love my feet, don't you?" I smiled and he nodded emphatically, pressing his palms against the seat so he could lift his body, pushing up with his cock in an effort to fuck my feet."Are you my foot slave now?" I wondered, stopping all movement and actually pulling my feet away from him slightly."Kylie ... Yes, please, I'm your foot slave." He agreed and he was reaching for my feet, needing them once more on his aching cock, but I stopped him."Don't grab my feet." I warned.