’ Jane pushed herself away from Steve and turned to place her hands on the desk, feet splayed, body bent. Ready and willing. ‘Can I just request,...Mr Thompson, that you fuck my pussy for a few minutes. I feel that might add some lubrication to you. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hurt me.’ ‘Of course,’ Steve said, shifting behind her. She backed on to him a little, arching her back a little more to present her dripping pussy. He slid straight in with a groan. She was hot and slick inside.. She knew that much. Maybe this was some kind of birthday prank or something. Or a surprise. She didn't put it past her friends to do something like this, and this did feel like one of Trina's scarves binding her wrists.She pursed her lips, hands lowered back to her stomach. Her bare stomach, she realised. She splayed her hands out, wriggling them down. No underwear. And judging from the flesh pressing against her arms, no shirt or bra either. Okay, maybe not a birthday prank. Tori raised her. ”“Very well, Sir. If you and your party will follow me?” She turned on her heel and marched off, with Aaron, Kayla, George, and a handcuffed Luisa in her wake. The transport was even more massive than the original colony ship that had brought the settlers to New Geneva, and Aaron took a moment to marvel at the vessel. Luisa bumped lightly against him as they entered one of the main lifts, and his thoughts turned to her.She made a point of not looking at him, and he could hardly blame her. Aaron. “Goddamn sack of country shit!”The line falls dead. Conan fixes Alexandra with his cobalt blue eyes and she feels her knees weaken under the ferocity of his glare. His gaze is magnetic and burning, fused with erotic desire and hinting at the demons that wrestle inside his tortured soul. She feels like one of the ants her brother used to scorch by refracting the sun through a magnifying glass on the scurrying insects during the summer holidays. Looking deep into Alexandra’s brown doe eyes that.