"Oh," she said, "the poor thing looks hot, I'll lick it to cool it off." And she did.Her hot tongue darted out, touching the strap of skin that attach...d the foreskin to the head, as she rolled the foreskin back, pulling it tight. She worked her tongue around my head, licking and swirling, bringing my cock to full, rock hard attention. One of her hands cupped my dangling balls, the other gripped my shaft, then she sank her mouth over the purple helmet, sucking and circling her hand as she pulled. " "Oh you filthy whore, is that how you want it then? You want to be punished like a cheap little whore? Your experienced, mature, sophisticated body wants to be tossed around and violated by some 27 year old punk? Tied down, hands behind your back, ankles bound, is that what you want? To be bent over, face down on that desk in front of you, your skirt yanked up above your sultry little waist, your wet, dripping pussy exposed because you didn't wear underwear like a dignified woman? You want. If they could then I’m afraid that those ships would no longer require living operators.” Skylos explained to Twitty.“I can agree with that, though can’t living beings also make mistakes?” Twitty asked.“Yes, we can, that’s why I run it all through the computer to check my calculations.” Skylos replied.Twitty could only shake her head it was bad enough that all this was beyond her. It also seemed that Skylos was speaking in another strange language. Shaking her head again she bent over the note. Yes, she can occasionally be bolshie, but that will disappear as soon as she has to live in the wider world.”“Lorna, have you ever been spanked?”“Yes, but only once, when I was eight I got the belt from my father. I could hardly sit down for a week, and I made sure never to step over the line or get caught again."“That short-sharp shock certainly worked. You are well behaved and courteous, but you should have got another one a few weeks ago. I know about the naughty games you and Mary were.