You felt how the air was cooling. Try as you did though, you didn’t hear a sound from me. You didn’t dare try to attract my attention, so you wait...d for me to take the game forward. As I had taught you these last few hours, you waited on my convenience. You flinched as my wet, icy cold hands touched your outer thighs, guiding you to lift your buttocks. You did as far as you could and felt a pillow slipping under you. The relief, just to have that pressure on your aching butt soften a bit. If. The counselor made a sound very like to a purr. ‘Ah, that’s so good . . . if your cunt is tight enough, I’ll leave your ass alone for now,’ he promised her in a silky voice. She could feel his fingers stroking across her clit and felt a hot, sullen ache begin between her legs. They played over her expertly, and soon she could feel them sliding, and knew she was becoming wet. Massaging her clit harder as he felt her involuntary warming, his own breath was coming faster now, she could hear him.. My history was now in ‘After’. My life was now at 1 week and 4 days After. I recognized at a base level that it wouldn’t be long before I would stop even thinking about time After. There would be no Before or After. There would only be now and the future. Nothing else would matter.I found some hardwood and was working a piece into a meat roasting spit. It required smoothing the shaft and creating a sharp point to pierce a piece of meat for roasting over the fire. It would eventually lose. " How do you think we came out of the coma?" Trip asked back with a mischievous grin. "We've taken a melder aboard for the entire mission; One Subcommander Soval." My uncle retired from the Security forces almost 50 years ago," T'Pol answered and Trip could clearly sense her puzzlement."They've reinstated his commission for this journey," Trip answered, still grinning."Knowing you, you have already ... teased him about his rank," T'Pol stated dead-pan."You know me too well dear," Trip answered.