“When and where?” I asked.“I’d say as soon as possible, and how about in that meeting room we used earlier. I’m going to see if Ensign Butto... will come as well,” Captain Prescott said.“Who?” I asked.“My weapons officer. He’s out of the medical pod. I figure he’ll possibly have some ideas. I’d recommend bringing yours as well,” Captain Prescott said.“You do know that Ensign White is a woman?” I asked.“It won’t be a problem,” Captain Prescott said. “I had the AI here show me some highlights of. My eyes flicked in my moms direction for an instant. The rabbit on the TV was just about to pull ‘the old switcheroo’ when I heard a clearly audible intake of breath, this time I turned my head and gazed at at wonder I had never known. The chair had reclined to a flat position. As my mother lay back in her new chair the motors or rotors or whatever began vibrating as well. The white t-shirt my mom was wearing covered her slightly jiggling breasts. Her boobs jumped and bounced with a braless. I would just be fucking myself hard if I was alone, but he is so deliberate and patient. He is not rushing me. He is not rushing me to cum. He is just sliding it into me, slowly and gently, like a slow and gentle massage. So not fair. he is not even being sexual, the way he is doing it. He is just being patient. What if I want it hard and fast now? Do I say anything? Do I do anything? Or should I just keep my eyes closed and let him continue? I don't know. I'm so uncertain. I can't but he's. ? In all it was a unique ambience ? the essenceof which is almost impossible to convey ? but I am trying, men. Imagine a mass sadists? football match,think of the screams of agony as the yells of encouragement to the team.?? If I may be so bold as to predict - what wasabout to happen in the arena will surpass your wildest dreams of what a sexualentertainment could consist ? I apologise in advance if I have over-stepped themark here, if you can envision more excesses, I would love to hear them ?.