I collected my spit as much as I could in my mouth and spat the saliva on her pussy.Then I took her one finger of her hand and guided it to her own pu...sy. I told her that I enter my finger the same time you enter with yours.We did so and she found these touches of her own finger to her pussy very intimate. Her pussy was already wet just like there was some liquid collected around my penis tip as we had been aroused. I started making too and fro movements with my own finger and she also started. After all, that's probably what he wanted.Mr. Dalio continued to look me over, so I had a chance to look him over, too. He was likely in his late 50's, judging by his receding hairline and grey hair. He was of average height, and a little chubby. With the smoker's jacket on, he looked like Hugh Heffner, but with a 'dirty old man' feel to him."You gonna stand there all night like a freakin' mannequin, or you gonna do somethin'?" he barked at me. I suddenly felt self-conscious about myself, so I. " No I won't. I can spot a pacifist a mile away. If you were capable of beating me up right now you would. If you hit me you'd probably have nightmares or something."He hesitated a moment. "You're right. I'm just a big wimp, aren't I?" Wimp? Oh now, let's not get carried away here." I wiped away my tears as the conversation changed from being about my culpability. "You stood up to Roger Robertson! The only thing that calmed you down was threatening never to speak to you again. No,. . running . . . fear. .pain . . . smoke . . . dying . . . war.’ Tears streamed down her porcelain face. ‘Pristine, it’s over. It was only a dream. We’re here.’ comforted Lance as he wiped the tears from her eyes gently. He was not the comforting type, but seeing Pristine so petrified struck a chord in him. He wanted to cast away her fears and bring back the light in them. Mallian also looked concern. ‘Poor girl, she must have dreamt of the Invasion.’ she thought. Pristine slowly regained.