She said that she hoped that he wasn't annoyed but her father had a dislike of Muslim men, and so while she admired Muslim men, she had never told him...about this.He smiled and reassured her; racism is a male English trait, not female. Her pretty face shone with relief that this wise and wonderful man understood.She forgot how she had displayed herself to him, spreading her legs for him sat facing him and taking off her baggy blue checked shirt for him. He rejoiced in her passion for the manhood. Sure, most were like Evie in that they practically begged her to practice her art on them, tying them up and then teasing them into a frenzy. An unsettling amount of them had a certain naivete about them, though, like they thought everyone else was better than them. Like they couldn't measure up to some consensually agreed upon standards that the world had. Kelly shook her head playfully in disbelief. It was just a lack of experience, was all, and that's what she could help them with, one. “You know what I think about Ashley, geez, help me out here.” I responded.“Well we have a problem then. A big problem as far as I can tell.” she said in a low tone.“I’m sorry Ashley, I really am. I mean you asked me to be honest. And it’s not like it’s all I do is think of you. It’s not all of the time, only once in a while.” I answered quickly.“Yes I did ask you to be honest, after all.” she answered.We just sat there for a few moments, it seemed like a lot longer, the silence overwhelming,. The problem was that it did not have an obvious doorknob. Oh, to hell with it. I used TK to melt a hole in the door large enough for us to pass through. That took only a few seconds, but it was long enough for the other five aliens to react to our entry.The aliens were standing in front of a set of six display screens. I wondered if they ever sat, and, if so, how they did it. Fortunately, Jack was a bit more practical and put up a frozen air shield completely surrounding each of the five aliens.