I stared at her in amazement, as I watched my old college friend touching herself so openly in front me, before glancing nervously at her husband, who...just smiled back at me.Then after a minute or so, Katie lifted her fingers to her mouth, and I watched as she lustfully liked her own juices from her finger tips.I moved my head forwards, placing my hands on her soft thick thighs, and then buried my face into her crotch, and instantly tasted her sweet pussy juices, and smelled her warm pussy. "Oh, my sights are set somewhat higher than that." A tip of my whiskey. "I'm Marcus, by the way." Bianca," she volunteered, sipping.She was a salesgirl, but naturally - she being pretty and this being Manhattan - was trying to be a model. And, of course, I told her she was certain to be a success. A few minutes more verbal teasing, and then we got out on the dance floor. It felt good to move, let off some steam. Grace and speed and stamina were hardly a problem. Not tonight.I took a few risks. I didn't really know what we'd come up with but I did know there would be plenty of suspects to choose from. My gut reaction was to find fighter jocks that had been put out to pasture. What the hell, even guys who'd never gone farther than second lieutenant would know something about tactics. I was sure we could do better than that though. What we didn't need were professional REMFs but surely we could sort them out.Charlie signaled me that he was done with the government men we had on planet. The pain doubled her over as the blood began to rush back into her legs. The circulation hadn’t stopped, but it had been slowed dramatically. And now it returned with a vengeance.Pins and needles in both legs. She tried to stand, but sank to her knees in agony, as the blood continued to rush back into her legs. The vibrator had slipped out as she had stood, and when it hit the floor, had turned itself on, as if to remind her of what she had done.She remained kneeling by the sofa, hearing the.