"They were part of a group of 12 that I assume were hired by Pietro. Eight were killed and these four are yours to deal with as you see fit."One guard...looked at the captain for guidance but the older man was staring at the faces of the bound men."Were you in league with Pietro?" he asked one.The other men scowled at the one who was questioned but he sighed and nodded."All of you?" the guard asked again.Again the man nodded.The captain turned to his other two men."Kill them all," he said. It is much more enjoyable when mypartners are enjoying themselves as well." You bastard," Ian snarled, then jumped at Jack with his fists swinging. Craig immediately joined him.Jack didn't look worried at all and merely commanded, "Neither of youwill attack me or attempt to harm me in any way." Ian and Craigimmediately stopped."You can't do this," Craig protested."Oh, you're right," Jack agreed almost pleasantly. "I can't force myselfon you against your will." Ian and Craig both let out. " Stand down." Huh? Stand-downs are like now. A storm on the sun sends radiation our way. Almost nobody goes out, and a pilot can drink what she chooses. A wise fem freezes more blastulas than she's licensed for before she takes a job exposing herself to rad, but there's still a lot of me that can be exposed. Descendants is one issue; cancer is another." Licensed. Do they really regulate how many children you can have?" Yep. We have so much air; only so many can breathe it, so only so many can. The dimple that appears in your cheeks, when you smile, is as taking as the dimple of your chin. The lustrous, ample hair of yours that you mostly do in a thick long braid, run as smooth as your golden skin. The rise and fall of your huge tits with each breath, make my mouth water for them. The slim waist and curved out, wider hips of yours sway in rhythm when you walk. The massive ass cheeks set well in the symmetry of fat, rounding thighs of yours melt up my heart. The limbs as smooth as your.