As I set my bag down, he sits down, leaning back and I take in a good look at all of him. He has obviously gotten hotter every day this week because e...ery time I see him, I want to make love to him and kiss him. He smiles, watching me and I get down into my bikini. Stripping off my romper, I stand in a light pink halter top bikini that rounds my breasts perfectly (I'm a C cup) and my curved hips stand out perfectly. Mr. Milks' eyes are on me like a hawk, wanting to catch its prey and it seduces. Like the previous days, he was carrying a large tray with both hands. It was my dinner. He carefully pushed the door open with his back, and once he was inside the room, he placed the items he was holding on top of the dressing table. His front still turned away from me. Turning around, he had a shocked look on his face for a moment. He had never seen me sitting up. The startled look, turned into a smile, as he approached me.He nodded his head. “I see you are up, that is excellent,” he said.I. If you are genuine, it is my view you need to be prepared to talk to our intelligence people to establish your true credentials. You insult our lifestyle and you accuse me of lying to you. Should we, on the other hand, believe a word that you tell us?” Sheila asked.“I am not scared of talking with your intelligence people. I will get ready to speak to them. You can talk to Jason about the state of the old crock ship that we arrived in, then bring in the intelligence people. While you talk about. “As a member of the preferred program, your items will ship immediately and should be at your residence or place of employment within twenty-nine hours and forty-three minutes.”The figure then stood totally still as if coming to the end of a recording. I was checking on my screen to see if there was something I had to do to get out of the program, when the flicker blur happened again and the naked female reappeared. She was smiling– almost laughing. “Is that machine-like enough for you?” she.