” We sat next to each other in the booth. She kissed me again, and put her hand on my crotch massaging my dick through my pants. “Are you wearing ...oxers?” she asked. “I have to see it. I can’t wait to taste your dick.” She giggled a little embarrassed smile as she unzipped my fly.I kissed her in reply not trusting my lips to do anything else. One hand went to touch her face as the other cupped a heavy breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I opened a few buttons and freed one breast from her. Long. However, you will agree that there must be some sort of dialog established between us.”“Of course. That was the purpose of our initial contact. We were not at all surprised when you were ordered to use force, if necessary to approach us on your terms. You will be pleasantly surprised to learn that Art and those he represents bear you no ill will and have no intention of using their tremendous technological advantage to harm the residents of Earth. You may bring a small party to the island. From above the tabletop, there was a modest distance between us. Below was a different story.Steve sat for a moment, shaking his head. “Ok, let’s get down to business.”“First off, let’s talk about Randy Clausen, the district attorney. As I thought, he is your typical politician. He has a reputation as a straight shooter. Honest and devoted. But he is a politician first and foremost. This makes him easy to predict. He’ll do exactly what he thinks needs to be done. But I think with the right. My pussy is wide open to his view. I can't hide. I don't want to.He moves around the bed until he's standing in front of me. He ties each wrist to a leg of the bed. I can't move now, can't get away. I'm completely at his mercy. He doesn't usually have much.He is standing in front of me. He is still fully clothed and somehow that makes me feel even more naked. I can see the bulge of his hard-on through his jeans. I want to rub my face against it. I want to feel the hot hardness of it.