"I am on the pill, but I had run out and was going to get more as soon as I had the money. I didn't think I would meet you, and when I did… well, yo... know," she said."Don't get mad, but I have to ask… are you sure it's mine?" he asked."Yes. I haven't been with anyone since you. After that first night, I didn't feel like anyone else, and then we started seeing each other more and more," she said.LaShawn sat there for a moment digesting what she had said. Then, strangely, he broke out in a burst. It was far more spartan than the often elaborately decorated torus, which was designed for extended deployments with no shore leave, featuring decorations like planters and a painted ceiling to simulate a terrestrial environment. This area looked more like a maze in the style of an office block, featureless save for the numbered doors and few token potted plants.Another guard wearing an opaque face plate accosted them, gesturing for them to stop, his hand wandering to his hip.“Oh. It’s you,. But he liked to have sex though, and would stop by whenever he was in town. However he did have a very warped mind, he liked toys a lot more than most and was also more voyeuristic than most. But he got me out. His name was Warwick.It was my last client of a very busy night when I visited him in his hotel room. It was our normal routine session, he emptied his load into the condom and withdrew. But then he sparked up a very interesting conversation on life. Turned out Warwick had a soft spot. He slowly moved his hands towards inside of my t-shirt. He massaged my belly and navel from inside the t-shirt. The guy was practically hugging me and I was afraid of someone watching us.He moved his right hand slowly up to my boobs and touched my right boob from above the bra. He pressed it and massaged it for some time. His one hand was on my navel and the other was on my boob. By this time, he had made me his bitch.He moved his left hand slowly towards my jeans. Slowly, he unbuttoned my.