”“You’d be surprised,” I replied. “Still you must be used to that with us,” I added as an extra barb.“I doubt it.”“Thank you for the...information. We’ll leave you to your guardian and your freedom,” I finally said, once it became clear Oonagh had nothing more to say.“Guardian?” Oonagh asked, looking around.There was a brief flicker as a Drow female uncloaked and recloaked.“Enjoy your freedom,” Roxanne added as we stood and left.“House Teighan?” Verenestra queried. “That line no longer exists;. "I once served as a junior officer on the Windward when it was hit by a commercial cruiser. That was very distressing." I heard about that, captain. How on earth could something like that have happened?" Systems failure on the cruiser," said the captain. "It was one of the older models that the rogue states still employ for which there aren't any replacement parts. Several centuries of bodged repairs and maintenance resulted in it reversing backwards into the space ship at a speed many times. ? She still hasn’t fixed her dress, and has one arm crossed over her tits. ?What are you going to do?? I recognize the signs. There’s a reckless light in her eyes, she’s breathing through her mouth, trembling a little. I frown and my grip on her arm tightens warningly. But then I look at the guard, who has turned back, the beam of his flashlight glancing over her, and something in his face makes me keep quiet. ?I have to report you,? he says. ?Public indecency.? He’s an older. Bending over, she pushed her deep cleavage toward my face, pulling back her robe to expose more and more of her incredibly massive melons. Moving her body seductively, Clarissa teased me like a stripper, pressing my face between her tits, swaying in rhythm to the seductive music and of course, I couldn’t resist the urge to place a huge wet lick right up the valley of her magnificent bosoms.I was breathless in heavy hanging heaven, when Clarissa stood up and let the robe fall off of her.