It was now three years since Elsa and Melissa had landed in the year 2384. Both had been sixteen-years-old when they had got into the time machine in ...he year 2198. They were supposed to go back to the 1950’s as they both loved the thought of being in sixth form college and suffering the cane when naughty and wanted to experience it. That was so different to the detentions they got in 2198 when they had to do boring stuff like writing lines.It all went wrong, though, and instead of going back. Her mere touch there is enough to make the girl orgasm, and she does so, so hopelessly indeed that her legs weaken and she feels faint enough to collapse... But Karen's hand drops between her legs, under her skirt, holding her upright as her fingers feather at her pussy... The Cellist gasps, "Oh God, cumming again," as the Contessa lifts her, high, upon one hand, feeling her cum as the girl's legs shake, causing her heels to drop to the floor... They rotate in the air, like figures on a Music. "They want to find out if she was the birth mother of a Malan child, but as she is in Intelligence, she may have been complicit in the matter, and possibly may have a Malan child with her. We need to establish if such a child is there, and in what circumstances; and additionally would she wish to abandon her duties and come to Rehome, with or without the assumed child."I would welcome your ideas on this." Sorry, Governor, but I have no "in" with USAF Intelligence, and even less with the British. Raffi stopped and looked around, his huge bloodshot eyes shifting anxiously back and forth. He had obviously sensed the tension in Peter's voice."Raffi, come here, boy!"Raffi didn't budge, but the hand was swaying slowly between his yellowed teeth. Peter crouched and fixed his eyes on it. The fingers were pale, with purplish tinge, thin, slightly bent except for the thumb that jutted out as if trying to hitch a ride. The nails were manicured; shining colorless polish could be seen. A few inches.