” I unbuttoned my pants, lowered my zipper and pulled my lust bloated prick out and rubbed the head of it across her tattoo. “Spread your legs you...little whore, it’s my turn to fuck you.”Her eyes opened wider when she felt my cock on her butt “Daddy, please don’t do this.”“Why not? You’ve been fucking your way around the world, now you can try a little home style sex.” I put my cock between her legs, pulled it along her crack to smear some of my lube on her then lifted her off the floor by the. Using psionic abilities to enslave others was a offense that merited death penalty even if you were on the government payroll. Still the idea to leave them behind was not an option, psionics could alert their comrades no matter how well he tied them up. Even if their ability had also been damaged they could still report back to other psionics contacting them.Too bad there was nothing useful that could serve as a weapon in his room. He pulled on clothes and left the room in a hurry. Sooner or. I was a bit melancholy because of Stephie, but with Bill on the pole, and him starting out leading 33 laps, I felt good. He’d won two of the last three races since Stephie had died, and was looking good today. If this was a portent for next year, he had a good shot at fulfilling his promise to Stephie to win the Winston Cup for her.By the time Jessica got out of bed, Bill had the race well in hand, and was pulling away from Dale Earnhardt. I was going to turn off the race to talk to Jessica,. "She smiled and looked up, "raise it Storm."The box lifted and the skiff tilted the other way which made Trish grin as I leaned over and watched the box lift and then slide in the window. It was a couple of minutes before Storm peeked out and dropped the grav hoist again. After the second one she dropped it with a sling and I worked the rolled up hide into it before attaching the hoist.I jumped onto the dock beside Trish and slipped my arm around her waist, "any chance you will cook up a nice.