"Tell the AI to limit them to ten selections or something," I directed. "They can play later. Requests for formula and diapers and such need to be han...led. Is anyone giving the rooms any communications support? How are we handling issues?" Shit. We've just been watching for trouble -- not trying to fix anything..." the NCO grunted."Okay, Chief. Give me Cluster 48 on audio. Five seconds with sirens, first." In the eight rooms of Cluster 48, red flashing lights spun and loud sirens erupted. "Make. How's that? Huh! I bet you would put on a good show." Nervously I kinda nodded my head. He couldn't be serious. You have to be an employee. You have to have a license and everything. Boy, I hope he is kidding."Unbutton your shirt, raise your skirt and, here, cover your eyes with this."He threw one of those sleeping masks at me. As I was sliding it over my eyes, he turned on and was aiming that little reading light at me. I unbuttoned my shirt and bunched my skirt up around my waist. He pushed. I felt his dry skin turn wet against my tongue and his cock turn hard and involuntarily jerk against my throat. I gagged on it and felt my back arch in my lungs hope for air. His hand dropped from my head. I focused my effort to push my tongue out and dance it along the underside of his dick. He moaned and gyrated in his seat.I pulled him back out and let the spit dangle from his cock to my mouth. He stared at me in disbelief. I puckered my lips in a kiss and smacked his rigid cock against. We avoided each other for a while as we circled the place, and ended up on the dance floor. It was a really good atmosphere and we both danced with several other people. However, on each occasion, it was a fleeting encounter as people simply “coupled” up for a song or two as partners or friends absented themselves from the dance floor temporarily, for a call of nature or a top-up at the bar. The best of the bunch I saw her with was a good-looking, dreadlocked, black guy, he stood more than a.