The cameraman followed the shuttle, still barely travelling astern, past the bows and then with a burst of power, she stopped and came back down the p...rt side to join hatches.Scene changed to "Titan's" port air lock showing spacers un-dogging the hatch exposing a couple of burly armoured figures and the cry"The Navy's here!"followed by a stern commanding voice"Remember the "Birkenhead"!"with about a dozen armoured bodies pushing past the passengers. As the first passengers entered the shuttles. The secretary, named Stacy, perks up as she sees you enter, informing you giddy but restrained tone about your appointments, that she'd emailed them to you shortly before you walked in. You wouldn't know it from looking at her, but she isn't as stupid as her act lets on. She has an incredible talent for judging character, making her your go-to to check your own interpretations off of. A valuable asset for that, truly, but also for her ample assets, sizable double-d's and round ass with. Her raven-black hair was damp but silkier than ever, running to just below her shoulders, and the rest of her naked body was toweled dry. A sight to behold.Still seated, I said, "Come back over to where you were standing before."She complied right away, but now I saw her look past me to all the windows. It was darker outside now, and the room was lit up. There weren't many buildings nearby as tall as our hotel, but there were some. If someone in one had wanted to see Malika's body, they could.. She licked her dry lips and thought about sucking the sweat off his shoulders. Her fingers would slide up his abs and rub his pecs. Olivia let out a sigh and threw back the sheet. Her pulse raced, and her belly was all fluttery.It was hot. So, fucking hot in here. Even the open window wasn't cooling the air fast enough. She took a few deep breaths. What was wrong with her?Olivia searched for the glass of water and sat up to gulp it down. She pressed the cold glass to her neck. Ahhh...mm...that.