As we sat making small talk getting to know each other several people had come to our table to say hello to John and introduce themselves to me. Perso...ally I think they were being nosey! After we finished eating we walked through the crowded tables to the bar where we spent a couple hours mingling with people John knows. Lawyers, judges, policemen and even an auto salesman were among some of the people I met. I received many compliments for everything from my hair to my heels. I don’t wear this. “But he is surprisingly more polite than ambassadorial assistants of the Melanoqui Autarchy it seems,” Vilgra replied offhandedly. “You desire his services, you talk to him.”“We will arrange it with you, Monitor, not that male,” the Ambassador replied coolly.“No, you won’t.” I spoke up. “Monitor Vilgra does not speak for me. She is a facilitator for Medical Resource in order to allow me to do my job with the minimum of disruption to a patient. Let’s go, Vilgra,” I replied and simply stood and. The crew were greeted with much fanfare and celebration as poor Captain Mark Vance would forever be known as the first pioneer of interstellar travel that was beaten by ships that left a full two years after he did. You see while watching his invention come to life and the amazing ship take off Roland's scanners showed him a slight flaw in his design. It took almost a year to correct but as Japan was nearly ready to launch he gave them his new data and specs and they were the first to utilize. I heard the truck pull up and then the front door open, I about shit when his friend came inside with him, as I tried covering my tits, heading down the hall to the bathroom. My husband said," That will teach you next time to warn me if your going to dress like that!" His friend left, shortly after the incident, as I just went on to bed embarrased. The next day, I get a text from his friend, talking about how he liked my big tits all flopped out and my plump ass jiggling as I went down the hall.