But that was okay; this wasn't a competition. He preferred to bask in the sight and excite himself to the limit, slowly, but not languidly. His blood ...as almost boiling as he imagined what kind of nipples she had (small or large, red or pink, rounded or oval, large, huge, or medium, prickly or perfectly smooth, hard or spongy). "May I," he asked, but with the tone of a statement. He didn't have to wait for an answer, so he got down to business immediately. He unlatched the back of her. Watching him through the comer of eye, she could see that he was staring at her. Crossing her legs, she worked her skirt up until a big portion of her bare thigh was blatantly exposed.Moments later, when she took a cigarette out of her case, the man quickly lighted it for her."Thank you," she said in a soft sexy voice, giving him a sensual smile."May I buy you a drink?" he asked."I'd like that," answered Brenda.Beckoning to the bartender, he ordered their drinks."I'm Ron Parker." He turned back. Do not disappoint me.”Benedict wanted to protest, to negotiate some more favorable deal that did not involve leaving his treasured daughter in the hands of aliens, but the stern expression on the Patriarch’s face told him that this meeting was over. He rose to his feet unsteadily, the crippling 1.3G gravity weighing down the already out of shape man, and he bowed deeply.“As you wish, Patriarch.”“Daddy you can’t! You simply can’t!”Rebecca batted at her father with a silken pillow, her frilly. Indeed the boot was only inches from the tip of his nose. He was vaguely aware that following the movement that same hand returned to caressing the tip of a long leather strap as if it were working on the, by now, bloated end of his penis. As his hands were already sore, he viewed with some trepidation the prospect of not carrying out to the full the precise wishes of Mistress as she continued "And when you reach the top of the boot do not, I say again do not, under any circumstances, come into.