”“I’d greatly appreciate that gesture, Princessness.” Mander said with a smile, producing the crumpled piece of stationary he’d been re-read...ng in secret every chance he got. He dialed the number. “If you’d just give me half a tick to talk to yer Gram and ask to not get shot, that’d be lovely.”“Hello?” Came La Contessa’s voice on the other end, obviously only answering the call out of shock and reflex.“Is this Contessa Helena de San Finzione?” Mander asked, motioning for Maria to step out. Something didn’t feel right, the Tigershark was almost back to normal, but almost was just not good enough for him, until the Dime-Tab was back online, they were sitting Kanthus. Easy prey in other words.”The Dai got up, so Roghor could occupy the command chair. He briefed the magnificent Togar cat on the status of things and walked to the rear bridge access, He decided to forego the planned meal and do the same the Captain did, take a nap. Even though a Dai warrior could forego days without. The pleasure her slow strokes were giving him was intense, and he could feel his climax mounting, seeming to collect from all over his body, even his toes and fingers, and concentrate in his groin. Moving her face back and forth, she sucked and licked until she felt his cock throbbing against the inside of her mouth. Donna knew what that meant, and tightened her lips and began stroking faster. She very much didn’t want his love juices leaking out of her mouth, nor did she want them shooting. Reputation, would you care to join me at the SUB?"She looked at me again, and a smile replaced the questioning look. "Sure. I brought my own," she said pointing to the bag on her shoulder."Me too. Mom insists," I grinned, wondering if that would make her wonder just how worldly I really was.We had a nice lunch together and got to know each other a bit. She was from a large family in East Vancouver. Her parents ran a restaurant on lower Commercial Drive that specialized in pasta dishes. They had.