"Okaro to Base. Dean Okaro to Sector Base III. Am under attack. Projected illusions. Earth-normal scene, except for binary suns."He spoke each word cl...arly, slowly despite his excitement. The computers would unscramble the message easily, given his voice-prints for comparison...Deep under the earth, the tap-tap-tapping of his mallet was the only sound. He crouched there in the gloom, scarcely able to see the pattern he was chipping in the stone. It had to be done right or the Gods would be. It was at that moment she decided that this is where she wanted to be when she was with a man; on the floor at her guy's feet, his cock, hot and hard, in her mouth. "That's it, slut. Work that tongue." Danielle listened intently to him and rubbed her tongue all over the head and paid special attention to underneath, just where the crown starts, the most sensitive spot on any cock. "You want my cum, whore?" She moaned a 'yes' as best she could as she nodded. He was turning her on immensely, both. A warning look as you approach, though the faintest of smile remains. Hands gripping the arm-chair as though fastened, awaiting execution, but it isn't the pain of death that I await, but the pain of pleasured torture as so easily your hands grasp, then pull as my slacks slide as easily as though torn away.The fullness of me now stands, appreciatively at your beauty, looking once again towards your eyes, but they have again turned, admiring that which draws my look downwards. The tips of your. As you shower, water escapes through the door, which you didn't close properly, filling the floor with water and therefore also your clothes that had fallen off without you knowing it. You turn off the faucet, dry yourself and when you open the door, your heart stops for a second when you see all your clothes on the floor soaking wet. Not even your shoes could be saved from the water. You try to wring your clothes out, but it's useless, there's no way you can put on your clothes for the rest of.