It was getting hard to focus as my pussy was churned into frothy wonder. I barely noticed Miss Brentwood's hand shot up into the air and waved. She wa... a prissy, blonde girl wearing a conservative blouse and long, black skirt."Yes, Miss Brentwood." I tried my best to keep my passion out of my voice."It's used to find solve the lengths of right angle triangles," she proudly stated."Yes," I nodded, turning to right a2+b2=c2 on the whiteboard and drawing a right angle triangle next to it then. The front door bell rang punctually at 7. It was Spanker.“C’mon in and meet Deb.”She extended her hand and he took it in his and held it. Before it got awkward, he pulled Deb to himself. She didn’t resist. She knew I was watching and she knew why Spanker was here in her kitchen. She could smell his cologne as he embraced her and planted a long deep kiss on her mouth. “What’s your scent?” he murmured in her ear.“Orange blossom by Jo Malone,” she breathed.We stripped her right there, Spanker paid. From what I can understand of what has been taught to me I think that their understanding is far different than any of the theories that we (humans) had before we met the Darjee.So far as the women (and children) we're transporting go, I'm sure that they won't want anything to do with me. But it seems that Marissa thinks that I'm a superior lover in all senses of the word and expects that they will see that. I give out hugs where they're not openly rejected. And I have to say that so far none. Quinn looked concerned "I don't know John, they may not like that". Johnretorted "we owe them a little grief for how things worked out last time,at least they owe you". Quinn thought a minute and nodded.At that moment the girls knocked on the door "Hi guys" said Michelle,"How's it going?"."Hi Michelle, Hi Lindsay" said Quinn with a small look of guilt in hiseye. Still, he thought, this will be a fun day before we're done.After some small talk, and several beers, John took out the remote.