A bead of precum dribbles down the underside like drool from a baby’s chin. He uses it as lubricant, even though with all the plasters his skin and ...he sheets he doesn’t really need to. Marshall massages it into the place beneath the tip. It makes his cock jump with anticipation. He fantasizes that it is some stranger’s tongue doing the licking. He can’t quite make it out but he knows it is feminine. He goes back to pulling on his manhood, the speed a little faster. He wants to orgasm, but not. "At least then your Uncle wouldn't need to know." Lisa looked up at him through her tears with hope in her eyes. She knew she'd been a bad girl. It was probably all her own fault so she had to be punished. She deserved it. "Yes Sir you punish me but please don't call the police!" "I don't know..." he said teasingly. He looked at the sobbing girl and couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. "Are you willing to take a proper spanking? If not..." His hand reached. "By the time we have the first prototype, this coalition will have built hundreds of them. All their shipyards are working on full capacity and we cannot reach them with the limited amount of ships we have. Their combined population numbers 40 billion individuals, more than twice our numbers. And they are not troubled by staffing ships and stations with members of different species. We will run out of personnel before they do." You sound like a coward, who wants to make us change our mind," he. Opening the door quickly, her gun at the ready, she cam upon the unsecured, yet hidden hatch of Jennings underground shelter.Cautiously, she opened the hatch and could now clearly hear the dog yelping and Rick Jennings moaning in exaltation."Oh yeah, girl," Maxine could hear him say. "Suck that cock of mine."Max's face blanched at hearing that the man must be sexually assaulting her friend Kimberly Brock. Steadying herself, she cautiously, and as quiet as possible climbed down the metal rings.