As he came near I held my hand out palm forward and he repeated the gesture."Why have you killed these young ones of our camp?" he asked."They did not...offer to parley. They ran at us shouting and raising their spears to attack. There were others who stayed back watching and we saw them run away. Didn't they tell you?"Of course Catla had to come forward to translate since the man obviously didn't understand the whole story. I was trying to use what I knew of the Cro-Magnon language, but I'm sure. My lifelong dream had been achieved. I was safely in space, moving at nearly eighteen thousand miles an hour."All right guys." Commander Buxely told us over the intercom. He'd flown in space four times before and was therefore a veteran. "Let's get these space suits off."This was, as I may or may not have mentioned or implied, my first space mission. I'd been an "astronaut" for more than two years but the highest I'd flown before had been my flights on the so-called "vomit-comet", a KC-135 that. I took her picture.Her: Why did you do that.Me: In case one of my friends stubs his toe. I want to know who to kill. That video was a veiled threat. So this one isn't. I will use that picture to work my way up the food chain. We do understand each other, Right?Her: Fine do you want the job or not.Me: I don't need your money and I'm out of the business. But I am curious why me and did you use drones or Satellites to shoot the video.Her: Sorry I can't answer either of those. You will have to go. You slid your hand down over your tits, stroking your nipple, sucked on your fingers with closed eyes. Every move you did gave me electric feelings in my dick. Your fingers got glistening of your spit and you started to play with yourself.---------------------------------The young one stopped with his dick buried in your ass hole. He told you to rub your pussy, show us that you like having a strangers dirty dick in your ass.The oldest one was still sitting on your stomach holding your feet.