“We call it twenty-two fourteen, or just the prison planet,” Arlene told Aiko as she motioned to the big holo stretched across the front of Ship�...s bridge that was showing the blue planet below.“That is another planet?” Aiko asked as she fought back the dizziness of warp transition. “Is that where we will be going?”“Not going. We’re already here. What you see on the holo screen is live. We were out of Earth’s atmosphere by the time you walked onto the bridge. Ship has an inertialess drive, so. The woman looked at the girl, ‘Well, taking really good pictures is something that you can learn and practice at over your whole life. But most people don’t need or want all of that trouble. They only want to be able to take pictures. Some companies know this and make cameras like that. And those ones are a lot cheaper and, I’d hope that they’re easier to use than that one.’ The clerk behind the counter that morning happened to be someone who enjoyed photography himself and he stared a little. Then he asked me rather boldly “What are you Shela a prostitute”. I was shocked at his directness but decided to play along. No Bill, I'm not a prostitute, Jerry is very successful and we have all the money we will ever need. Oh I understand now, you are a slut! He was finished putting up the pictures where he wanted them. He collected his tools and told me he was going to use the bathroom. Bill never asked a woman anything, he told them how things would be. When he returned from the. Finally, the tentacles that hadn't fucked her, one on her clit and one between her tits, shook and pulsed, and she watched as huge spurts of thick white slime shot out of the holes at the end of the tentacles. The octopenis-cum squirted all across her neck and face and into her long hair. Some of it landed on her lips. The taste was strong and salty, with a thick, sticky texture. She realised that the other tentacles were filling her holes with the same slime that was pouring over her neck and.