It was Gabrielle and she asked if I could join her for lunch. “I uh… um, okay!” I stuttered and finally succumbed. Although she her words were p...lite, her tone of voice actually didn’t leave any room for a refusal.After telling my secretary to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day I rushed out of the office to meet her, for some strange reason didn’t want to keep her waiting. The restaurant was an Italian wonder, it was nicely tucked away from the usual city buzz and quite a classy. “Oh, Daddy, that feels wonderful. I never knew that this could feel so good.” I moaned into her hole as I wriggled my tongue against it gently. I stretched her open a little more and began to slowly apply more pressure. Some of my saliva was easing its way down along her womanly slit meeting with the moisture that was working its way out from the inside. I started to push in with a stroking motion. I began to feel the silky inside of her little rosebud as she began to relax even more. I. "Worried? That wasn't exactly the situation when I walked in our room. L'ncze was very obviously in a bad mood and furious with me. She didn't see me enter; her back was towards me and she jumped up and down and thumped my pillow while muttering and swearing. Ra'chel signalled me to wait but I ignored her."Alice," I started as I approached her."You little shit! You little bloody shit!" Her face showed her fury. Never before had I seen anyone as angry. Tears streamed down her red cheeks as she. Within thirty minutes I was in eyeball range of what had been a Class 100 star ship. It took the drones a while to catch up. Marsh Hare had acceleration, had maneuverability. Chameleon camouflage and electronic countermeasures. Enhanced military grade sensors. My neural activity detector pinpointed a survivor in a rescue bubble, a tough fabric sphere three feet in diameter, a poor man's space suit. It took me a few more moments to close in on the survival bubble, snag it with my repair drone,.