This one was female, and dressed in the style associated with their own equivalent of the Space Service, rather than the diplomatic robes of our 'host....'The Craxill female made a gesture of greeting, and to my carefully controlled surprise, used the same 'low-status-greeting-high' form that I'd used when greeting the diplomats."May I offer you refreshments, Madam and Sir?" she asked, speaking a remarkably clear form of English for a being with no hard palate, and a vastly different tongue and. Aber kaum fing er auch nur an daran zu denken wurde sein Schwanz wieder angenehm hart und er fing an schwerer zu atmen. Warum sollte er sich überhaupt befreien wollen?Seine Hand wanderte zu seiner Hose und spürte durch den Stoff wie hart er schon wieder wahr. Wie geil er war. Wie scharf es ihn machte ein Verräter zu sein. Nein. Es turnte ihn gerade zu an eine Gehirnwäsche bekommen zu haben. Mit einer Hand lehnte er sich auf den Tisch und mit der anderen Hand fische er seinen Schwanz wieder. Sanchez pushed harder. "I'm noooo...." Breathe through your nose and relax your throat," said Mrs. Sanchez, asit only took seconds for him to gag as she held him firmly. "Don't thinkabout anything but enjoying this and pleasing Tim. Trust me you'realready doing fine on the latter."It was completely unnerving that Tim was already moaning in pleasure asshe bobbed his head with her grip. He could hear Tim groaning moreheavily now as he was only maybe a minute into all of this as suddenlyWalter. Or she might have been a prostitute patrolling the park for a customer. It didn’t matter to me. She’d be late for any planned rendezvous. The woman was mine for now. The park was well-forested for use as cover. I caught her eye and instantly she was under my spell. It was too easy. The fetching beauty had no thought of resisting. She followed me off the pathway to a small hidden group of trees. No one will see us. Her neck was exposed and neatly punctured with my fangs. I drank. .