" How about crashes, though?" I persisted. "Yours can't have been the only one, not over such a long time." Ship that crashes will destroy itself, so ...hat what is left will appear to be only meteor," he told me. "There is small delay, so that pilot may escape if not dead or badly hurt; our people at home demand this. But we here who fly these ships are taught not to make such escape, we are told it is our duty to die with ship." Even hearing his words only in my mind I could perceive a sour. The longer I tortured her so, the greater her need to urinate became.In addition, Whitney was is urgent need to orgasm. Which to let her havefirst? The orgasm or the micturition?I=after pondering on this predicament for some time, I allowed her toorgasm; which didn't take long, as she was ready to blow.As soon as Whitney's seed stopped flowing, I allowed her to urinate intothe bowl, as she was unable to hold bladder contents any longer, andwould not have waited for me to untie her and lead her. No, Tom would be puppy-dog solicitous to his wife this weekend. So Paula turned once again to her consolation prize.Paula was not looking forward to Monday morning. In the week since she had last seen her best friend she had fallen madly, uncontrollably, into lust with Ann's husband. So it felt like a hundred butterflies in her stomach when she heard the tap on her office door and the familiar voice."Hi, Paula!" Oh, hi, Ann. Does it feel good to be back?" Well, yes, in a way, at least."Paula. She had a petite thin frame with a hot little bubble butt and round perky B-cup tits. She had long straight hair that came down to the middle of her back, big beautiful dark eyes and full pouty lips with a cute smile that lit up the room. We began to chat about her love life and she told me that her boyfriend had dumped her for a cute little blonde. "Maybe I should try that. I've never been with a white man before.", Trisha said in a curious tone. I told her that she was a beautiful young lady.