?Tracey looked at the man who had set his camera on the tripod. He moved toward her and she reached out to shake his hand.?It is a pleasure to meet yo...? she said softly.?Please stand up? he said back to her without shaking her hand.Tracey stood up and Peter then directed her to the right of the chair as he sat down in it.Tracey looked to John in a confused manner.?Tracey if we hire you for this position you will need to do everything Peter or any other crew member tells you to do. You are not. ..You’re ready for this. You want to be Daddy's breeder bitch. You want a real man to put a baby in your belly not one of those weak little boys." He grabbed her by the hair and put her face in his balls. "Inhale my scent..." As he grabbed her by the hair, she cried out softly being caught off guard. As her head was down in his crotch, her ass would be high in the air as she began sniffing his balls.He loved how obedient she was how he had total control over her and it was through her love and. After they left she relaxed as I began cleaning up. She went to her sleeping quarters and when I finished cleaning up I checked the office. I grinned as I made a cup of orange tea and brought it to her desk. I set it down as she grinned at me and reached out to the intercom for the marine at the hatch, "the captain is busy and not to be interrupted."I rubbed one of her pretty pink nipples as I stood and turned to head back into the pantry. She giggled as I left and I checked everything and. Her panty hose, blouse and bra lay in a pile on her bed and she plopped on her couch in her workday skirt and a gray hoodie. She was resigned to spending her Friday evening with her laptop and a bottle of sauvignon blanc. She opened the laptop and started perusing spreadsheets. After one glass of wine, she couldn’t resist finding the video that Carver had sent her. The link was embedded in his email — [email protected] She managed to watch it once (it was only a three minute clip and ended.