She had pleaded once again, but ultimately wound up retiring to the bedroom where she changed into a short mini skirt, silk blouse and spike heels. Up...n returning downstairs, she saw Lamar's eyes light up as she entered the kitchen."Great legs, Mom! With those tits and ass, you've got a body made for sex!"Despite the ineloquent language, she found herself flattered as his eyes followed her across the room. He had her turn around and model the outfit."Lamar, I have work to do." Sure, go ahead,". I put my wineglass down and placed my other hand on her ankle. A little louder this time, she moaned approvingly and uncrossed her legs. Her smile widened and the shift in position of her legs opened up her shorts enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. I don’t know if it was the extra amount of wine we had consumed, or the approving signals that I was getting from her, but I decided to go a step further and see what happened. I ran my hand from her shin up her thigh and stopped. ”“I wanted to go help look for him, but they wouldn’t let me.”“Yeah, I heard that you’ve become the resident alien-sitter.”“Wasn’t my idea, they just seem to like me, they won’t leave me alone.”“So these guys were what you saw in the belt?” Scratcher asked, watching as the aliens left their seats and trotted over to him. “Curious little things...”The Valbarans peered up at him, then Maza noticed his arm, pointing to it with her two-fingered hand.“You injured?”“They talk?” Scratcher asked, and. “What a good little slut. Perhaps, if you continue to co-operate, we might keep you. How would you like that?” The room seemed suddenly quite warm. Stifling, even. I found myself having trouble breathing, and I was shaking so hard I began to worry that I’d bounce myself off of her lap. Somehow, I got control of myself. “I’ll take that as your answer, kitty. Sounds like you’re not adverse to the idea, hmm?” That time, I just shook my head, my metal tag chiming softly against the leash.