..”We cut to Petra Johnson, standing infront of a broken toilet stall ... Her long blonde hair hangs loose down to and over the shoulders of her tig...t t-shirt – hugging close to her bra-less tits, with her nipples poking against the cotton. Her outfit is completed by blue jeans so heavily ripped that we can see as much flesh as denim – and by her side she has a large golden retriever. Wide and chunky rather than tall.“I’m Petra Johnson ... I was on last year’s show – and I couldn’t wait to come. To be controlled. To be captured. She looks wild as she moves above me, and I can't hold on to it much longer. My hand keeps stroking, faster, rhythmically, tugging at my cock, trying to make it happen. I am getting tired, and I am afraid of the noise I might be making. The others around me, I am afraid to wake them. Afraid one might come walking through the door. Afraid they'll see me like this. My hand quickens its pace. I feel it happening, the tightening of my muscles, the contractions,. I want to know where they came from. I want the wrecks in space gathered to the last bolt and analyzed and know who built them owned them and piloted them.”The men acknowledged and scrambled to execute his orders.Only then did he turn his head. “I received reports from the Army Commander, the Commander of the Wolfcraft squadron. Of course Deepa also keept me informed.I would like to say I am very proud of your conduct.”His praise touched me deeply and I wanted to say something but he held up. Rajeev texted her, “Wow, be ready for tonight. I am not gonna hear any excuse.” Sangeeta replied, “Sure.”Sangeeta won the award. Everyone congratulated her. Many men tried to impress her with flowery talks. Rajeev was waiting aside. She came to Rajeev and said, “You do not want to congratulate me, han?”Rajeev replied, “Well, I have to reserve it for tonight at my farm house. I hope you keep your word.”Sangeeta softly said. “About that Rajeev, I want you to please understand I do not want us to.