.. I just don't know. You... you don't make it very easy... or inviting for a girl, talking the way you do, throwing it all at her so coarsely... as i... she were just a common prostitute off the streets..."The big Director chuckled his vulgar little laugh. Then, he said: "Look baby, to me most cunts are whores. It's what makes them tick that classifies them. Some are just fuck happy; others operate on some vindictive theory that only head-shrinkers can analyze, and then there's your type, the. "He was about to asked "Time for what?" when she started taking her clothes off, giving him the answer to his unasked question. As she was lying on the floor, legs spread, he was just getting his pants off. She started fingering herself to get her juices flowing by the time he was between her legs, already stroking his cock to get it ready. The sight of his wife rubbing her clit and spreading her legs got his cock hard faster. When he was ready, he positioned his cock between her legs and. " We've suspected that. We can't see it and haven't communicated with it. It would certainly be a surprise to find anyone else. I suggest you don't look too closely or try to probe them since they may have mind shields in place. This should minimize them realizing that we know they are there." With this new uncertainty, maybe we should wait for a while before introducing your group to the rest of the crew. Since the two of you are not yet in the mind-link connection with us, why don't you. " And here we are," Mr. Grant said as he paged through the file."Never married?" No. Never seemed to have the time I guess," Tim answered. But then henoticed Mr. Grant wasn't smiling."I have my ratings for our latest heavy jets as well as current ratingsin all the rest in the fleet. I'm looking forward to moving up andcontinuing on," Tim added with confidence. But it didn't change Mr.Grant's expression.Mr. Grant got up from his desk and moved to a bar. He took out two stoutcrystal glasses,.