”“As you wish. We have had a bit of a problem with smugglers as of late.” The steward added.“To or from off world?” Miranda asked. “Both I...am afraid.” Evergreen replied.“We have any in custody?” Miranda replied quickly“Several. Sadly costumes cannot arrest them all.” The Steward shook his head. “Thompson. Your the best liar I know.” I looked over at Thompson. He had first hand knowledge of how smugglers operated because he was one in the military. He was a necessary evil when we were deployed. "Cammie, can we have an adult conversation?"Cammie gave me a look that I translated as, 'If you can find an adult for me to talk to'.Cammie was a beautiful thirteen-year-old. She was going to be tall, already about five-eight, breasts that were slightly more than a handful, and I have big hands, though I'd never gotten them on Cammie's melons. Her hair was black as midnight. Right now she had a short, almost boyish cut, but it used to hang just below her shoulders. A few light freckles and a. His cock was now a little above level, not fully hard, but it had stopped growing. Maybe now she’d leave and end this sexual torment.Matty didn’t leave. She leaned back against the wall, pulled up her shirt. Derrick saw her neatly trimmed pussy for the first time, he could see how wet she had become as she spread her folds. Matty started playing with her pussy. “Let me just cum, it won’t take but a second…please let me look at you just until I cum” Derrick watched as Matty rolled her finger in. While oncehe could make an instanteous decision based upon his years ofexperience, he now found himself unsure and hesitant. It was unfair:There were so many details that he was expected to know. How couldanyone possibly remember it all?In meetings, and in private conversations, James' leadership wasincreasingly unsteady. The staff noticed this, and rather than defer tohim without question as they once did, they now began to decide forthemselves the best way to get tasks done, sometimes even.