Yes, yes they are,” Rachel stammered.“All right then. Let’s get to work.” He stepped out and closed the door behind him. “You’re new. I’...e never seen you before.”“Yes, I’m Rachel,” she replied, walking along beside him as they made their way into the studio. “This is my first day.”“You’re one of the new production assistants?” he asked, and it made Rachel feel good that he’d used her professional title instead of calling her a fluffer.“Yes, that’s right.”“Well, welcome, Rachel. It’ll be nice to. Suddenly my hand was pushed out of the way and another hand replaced mine. I jumped but never let loose of Steve's cock. Another man had his hand around my cock and was stroking me. I looked up at Steve and he said "That's Marcus, my half-brother." Remember the "we" I missed earlier? I looked back at Marcus as he smiled and said "How ya doin?" I reached for and found his cock as well and there I was sucking the cock of a black god and stroking his brother as he stroked me. Marcus began. I was the one hit by Tech Stop, remember?”Now a Med Tech with an MD Snake on her collar scanned me and she was obviously pleased with the results and said. “Welcome to the land of the living, Ensign Olafson, you now officially the first living being ever to survive a Wurlag sting, congratulations.”I sat up and said. “Can someone please tell me what a Wurlag is in the first place?”Narth motioned to Wetmouth and it seemed they came to a working agreement. She said. “It is a genetically altered. His eyes misted up as he looked at the woman he loved, and then without warning he had left her. He mentioned something about how much he missed her, and wished reconciliation was possible. For a fleeting moment he saw a glimmer of the love she once had for him in her eyes, but in the next, it was gone. It was now replaced with a cold and icy glaze as she realized what he was saying. She shook her head, and let the words process in her head. She turned away from his stare, drew in a deep breath.