I release my hold and resume my seat, watching the woman’s hand slide down inside her knickers.I’m not really bothered about the husband, as long ...s he knows not to interfere. He does nothing but look. We both look. The woman sits there, staring at me, black nylon giving way to milky white thigh, and at the top of her legs, black silk, now moving as her hand moves inside her knickers. The movements aren’t very intense, but they are hugely arousing. The woman sits there with parted legs, a hand. Specifically, any mention of a dress code.'Obediently, the AI responded, 'Dress for sponsors: Confederacy uniforms. Dress for concubines: at sponsor's discretion. Dress for dependants: standard school clothing.'Sure enough, the wording gave Payne and his fellow scientists all the leeway they needed, by not mentioning specifically which Confederacy the uniform was to come from. Toddy had a sinking feeling about the answer to the inevitable question.It was Captain Hardesty who asked that. I get very close to it and begin from the bottom again with my tongue. Your hips have started to move slowly, rocking back and forth with the movement of my tongue, a steady rhythm of rolling. I hear you gasp as I slowly move a finger to the opening, and as I slide it slowly inside your hips move forward to capture it, the walls inside of you grasping at it, drawing it in. My lips and mouth are around your clit now and for the first time my tongue touches it. I feel you shiver at the sensation.. If we jump and show up right in front of that Sa’arm carrier can we really expect to escape?” I asked.“With me at the controls?” Blaine asked with a bit of a laugh. “Not at range. I’ll make sure they miss us.”“Don’t get cocky,” I replied. “One mistake will likely be one too many.”“Understood,” Blaine said. “Everything is green on navigation. Evasion subroutines are prepped.”“All my people are at their stations. We have missiles ready for immediate firing,” Ensign White said. “Railgunners are at.