You, John Smith, live on the fourth floor of Block B, and are neither a toff nor a pauper. You are, like most people in the residence, shut into a tin... single room with one door, and one window, barely deep enough to take ten short steps across lenghtwise, and barely wide enough to be able to stand in the middle of the room and not touch the walls when rasing both arms up. However, you have your own toilets, your own two electric rings for cooking, kitchen sink, and a small fridge. Everything. Let me service you." I said around the sides of his now wet finger.He took his finger out of my mouth and moved forward. Placing a hand on top of my head he moved his now fully hard cock towards my open mouth. My tongue lapped at the piss slit of his head. He pulled back."You're a hungry little cocksucker aren't you, slave?" Oh, yes sir." I moaned. He moved forward again. This time the head of his cock made it past my lips and I was able to get half way down the shaft swirling my wet tongue. " A lot of reasons," Dent said with a shrug, "most of which you can discuss with Vel when he gets here. He is now the de facto Minister of Protocol. He tells us all what we're supposed to do and say." He would certainly enjoy telling everybody what to do," She admitted. "But why change everything? Why not keep it familiar? Why 'king' instead of Putram?" Well," he said rubbing his chin, "when everything was over and done with none of us were feeling to kindly about any putrams let alone our. We screw on more time in the shower, and again in the bedroom later on before going to sleep for the night, thoroughly exhausted, but very satisfied.As we lay there, trying to fall asleep, the question I fear about Lela, finally comes up."Is that an alien that has some of your switches in her?" Summer's hand is tracing circles on my hairless chest as she asks."A-alien?" I splutter."Don't try to fool me," she says, tweaking one of my nipples almost painfully. "I know what I see when we make.