"What do we do now, Gideon?" she asked.Ajabu opened her eyes as the hatch swung back. She swiftly got out of the med-tube and put on her clothes. When...she was dressed, the medic smiled at her and pointed to the replicator, where her CAP card was waiting. 6.8! She felt a great wave of relief. She was free of the General, and of Subira. "Where do I volunteer?" she asked in Swahili."Lieutenant Kaukenas is waiting for you outside. You can ask her," the medic replied in the same language. "And. " Well..." Hey, it's ok," Steve assured her, "this tape is going directly to Dave," Steve looked over at Fran, "really, I won't even get a copy of it." OK," Fran grinned, then stood up and walked towards the door."Oo... Oo... I got a great idea," Steve grabbed Fran's arm and pulled her to a stop, "follow me." Steve pulled Fran out of his room and to the door to Carla's room. "Hang on" Steve said after he wiggled the locked doorknob, "I'll be right back with my key." Steve returned from his room. But note that she did not refuse to screw me in public. Women are that way. They don't give a shit who sees them if it will keep them solid with a guy, and especially if nobody makes a scandal about it. They'll screw in the middle of the biggest intersection in the world, if nobody talks against them."I'd like to screw you," I said, by way of an answer. "If you agreed, I'd be more than happy." I looked to her for an answer. She gave it to me with a nod. I kissed her bare big titties in front of. You tell me to bend over and place my hands on the two wooden bench seats that flank the sidewalls inside the booth. There are eyebolts to which you lock my cuffed wrists. Behind me, you then help lift my legs so that I am on all fours and straddling the narrow width of the booth. After you lock my ankles in place, I realize my face is perilously close to the peephole.The sound of your hand slapping my ass reverberates loudly in the booth and, no doubt, can be heard outside as well. You slap me.