Anyway, that Saturday night, we had been invited to a party. Karen drove, she'd just bought a new car and liked to drive it, besides, my junk heap was...on it's weekly trip to the mechanic's. She'd picked me up at my home where I lived with my parents, pitiful but true. I gave them the usual, don't know when I'll be home, don't wait up, I'll call if I'm staying anywhere tonight. My parents were really cool like that. As long as they knew I was okay, whatever.Karen had a surprise for me in the. The leader of their people led the delegation. She was very cordial, if a bit stiff and formal. She first requested a tour of the main planet (Vanir) and as many facilities as she could squeeze into the schedule. I accompanied her on all of her explorations, as a guide. She seemed to expect this as a courtesy of one head of state to another.Delia was a strikingly lovely woman. She was a bit taller than me, but had seemed shocked at the height and physique of myself and most of the other men. I. He was drenched in rain and was shivering.I got a jolt when he said in fluent English “Sir, please give me money. I was also an Engineer.”I was shocked and stared at his torn, dirty tee shirt, torn pant and make shift foot wear. His long hair and beard was shaggy, unkempt and matted. His eyes and cheeks had sunken to shallow pits. He was skeletal. As I took out my wallet my friend told me in my language (In India, we have many official languages, which are as different as Dutch and Portuguese. Besides, she was now looking down at my eager young cock. A latex hand moved, fingers moved, spreading the smear of liquid that had emerged. “Very good,” she said. “A nice, healthy reaction in a young man.”I was throbbing hard, aching even, but I still wasn’t sure what to do or say. I was used to Mrs Hotter and her pottymouth, the way she appreciated vulgarity. This was a new woman, of whom I knew nothing. Amidst the blur of carnality, Mrs Hotter had at least advised me not to assume that all.