I moved my finger inside her, then added a second finger and a third. I finger-fucked her slowly, my thumb massaging her clit.I sat back a little, sti...l rubbing her pussy, and Jen reached for my boob, which was hanging down at her. She grabbed it, then eased her thumb along the nipple. She sat up just a bit and sucked at the nipple… this felt delightful! I kept finger-fucking her, enjoying her tongue on me, when I felt a finger playing with my clit. Then her whole hand was moving, stroking me. “Plot the direction they will probably go,” Clessik ordered. “Get any Heavy Fighters we’ve got headed that way and hope they can’t sustain it too long to lose us.”“Orders sent,” the AI replied.“Allied Fleets are doing something similar,” the Comms Officer reported.I had just reported back to Gust when the shipboard AI started giving out announcements and warnings of extreme grav manoeuvring, meaning we had to tie ourselves down to one of the restraining clamps set throughout the Spitfire and. At least soyou say in your tons of fan mail I receive every day."You dress me up, I'm your puppetYou buy me things, I love itYou bring me food, I need itYou give me love, I feed itAnd look at the two of us in sympathyWith everything we seeI never want anything, it's easyYou buy whatever I needBut look at my hopes, look at my dreamsThe currency we've spent(Ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent...I'm your puppetI love it" (Rent)Ah, Rent is sung from the male perspective.As I became rich by doing. I sit on the bed and play with my iPhone. No dirty messages. Perhaps I should send one myself, then? I feel like texting Sophie, telling her I’ve had rough sex with the two workmen. I giggle at the thought. She might just believe it – and be a bit shocked – and very curious. Yes, damn it – I’ll do it! I open iMessage and start typing:“Hi Sophie...”“Excuse me.”I look up. The Turk stands in the doorway smiling tactfully at me. Yes – he really is a bit of a hunk.“We’re done,” he says. “Just go.