" Seeing that you are part of our crew, I think we can work something out. Relocate your shuttle to the number five port airlock on C at your convenie...ce. Arrange with Master Chief here and he'll organise hands to help ... and by the way, you and yours including Threep and Art are signed on under Old Earth articles and pay rates.Welcome aboard and I hope your services are never required — no offence meant."Saint and Clare rose and shook hands across the mess table. Clare nodded at the others. Something sylish found me, black gloves with an intricate pattern,several strands of well made fake pearls, a 50's black satin fittedcocktail design, rather something you might find in an Italian black andwhite movie, I was spellbound standing there behind the curtain in theshop.Such a vulnerable persona this is when the spell finds me, so aftermaking my purchases, while waiting to pay for some wine at the next stop,there stood a gentleman in a dark brown suit, leaning in to pay for me."I. " She stroked his cock seeing it get harder as she touched it. "Now lick daddy's cock for daddy. Run your tongue up and down the sides of that nice hard cock." As she licked the sides of his cock he told her "Yes, that feels so good. Soon daddy will teach you to suck it and take it down your throat. Keep licking. Feel how smooth my cock is."He then got on the bed and got between her legs. "Spread your legs wide so daddy can get his big cock in your tight pussy. You will like daddy fucking you. It wasn't girly feminine—certainly not like Brenda's room—but it wasn't all draped in black with big revolution posters, either. What it was, really surprised me. She'd written on the walls. I don't mean like graffiti. In random places on the walls were snippets of poetry. This wasn't her poetry. The entirety of Noyes' "The Highwayman" was neatly penned along one side of her door.The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,The.