“Beverly, please let my wives and guests know that I’m being dragged to the bedroom,” I pretended to whine.“Your wives are here on your warshi... with you?” Jolata asked, surprised.“They are the younger women that came into the war room with me. Besides, this is not a warship--it is a scout ship designed to explore parts of space previously unknown to our civilization. Several of my wives chose to join me while the rest stayed home and tended to our business, family, and government. I tried to protest but he slapped me hard across the face. He put his face close to mine and I smelt whisky and cigarettes on his breath, ‘Shut the fuck up, just get your sweet lips round my cock, and I might not fuck your tight little ass’, he growled, ‘It had better be good or else’.He made a fist to emphasise the point that, I got loud and clear. I sank to my knees his cock inches from my lips, I moved the few inches till his hard angry looking cock touched my lips, I hesitated for a mere. Not surprising but certainly pleasing. I pushed forward and she clamped her thighs together on my hand, pulling away from the kiss, "No we mustn't, Mark!" A bit late to say that, Janette," I said as I pushed further and there was that inferno of her core at my fingertips. In one of those corny romance novels, it would say 'she swooned'. She fell back in her chair and her legs lost their grip on me and my fingers delved into the wetness of her panties. I couldn't see them, but they were. She paced up and down, her sharp heels sinking into the thick carpet. This could be a really good opportunity for her. St Catherine’s had quite a reputation and would definitely stand out on her CV. And it sounded like she’d be well reimbursed. Suddenly, things were looking up. Phil’s anguished groans drew her attention back to the bed. He was wriggling about pathetically, his thick cock swaying backwards and forwards like yacht’s mast in stormy seas. Helen glared at him angrily as she eased.