”“That’s wonderful! How is he doing? Do you know why I can’t reach him?”“Not well, I’m afraid, and I think I know why you can’t reach ...im – he saw the portrait. I’m sorry, Carole, I thought he knew.”“No, I just could never find the way to tell him.”“Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to tell him now. I was seriously afraid, I was even too afraid to take the painting, I hope Jon didn’t do anything foolish.”“I hope so, also, that painting is special to all of us. Good-bye for now,. We chatted for a moment and she sat on the blanket chest at the bottom of her bed. She was now at eye level with my cock. I hadn't thought about it and began to realise that I had begun...expanding. Not much but it was a beginning. Her nipples were still hard and she was obliviously and quite innocently discussing showers. I was in a kind of dream state where reality was suspended. It was weird. My mind had wandered and I jumped in to her story and said, I hated cold showers too and why had she. I know you’ll still be more than a light minute away, but we need to get a message drone off with the details of what you found.”“Did Ensign Munfree send out a drone once we entered this system?” I asked.“The last drone was sent out during the one hour spent in the M-class system Corsica jumped through several days ago,” the AI said.“At least I know what to talk about,” I said. “Can you record a response to Crucible Command?”“Recording,” the AI said.“Sergeant Griffiths,” I started. “It’s nice. I was walked down to the basement and, with my hands still cuffed behind me, ordered to strip. The top was first. All I had to do was reach up behind my back, grab the botton of it and slip it down, past my skirt and onto the floor. The skirt was the hard part. Since I had used a belt, getting to the buckle on the front with my hands cuffed behind my back was a struggle. After about 4 seconds if trying he said I was taking too long, and I started to panic. Just I had turned the skirt around, so.