“Will you be staying on the station?” Moralez asked, directing his question towards the stranger.“We’ll stick around a little while, make sure...everything goes smoothly,” he replied. He slipped his hands back into his pockets and leaned against the shuttle’s hull again, seeming more bored by their interaction than anything.“I’d like for you and your companion to identify yourselves,” Moralez continued. “Part of my job is knowing who comes and goes on my facility. If you’re UNN, then you should. You don't know how bad I want to taste you," she moaned. Then, shebegan to undo your belt, frustratingly slowly, "Kate, let me..." you began,but she wouldn't hear of it, and soon enough your pants were unzipped, andoff, and you were left naked while she proceeded to rub and suck on yourtoes, which gave you a beautiful shot of her ass and pussy as she bent overyou. Finally, she spun back around, and with another kiss, began to suck onyour huge cock while running her fingers all over your body.. She pulled her maroon Fiesta into the car park of the local super market, grabbed a trolley and went inside.It was in the bakery aisle that she first saw him. He was wearing jeans and tee shirt and looked to be in his early forties. Hazel needed bread and as she stretched up to reach for a loaf off the top shelf, her skirt rode up and she knew she was giving him a good view of her stocking tops. Hazel feigned difficulty and he crossed the aisle to help. Hazel couldn't fail to notice the slight. He had a broad Brummie accent— well no, he wasn't actually from Birmingham but from Wednesbury, which is only a kick up the arse away, but has a distinctly different accent than that of Birmingham, or so Colly assured me. You would have to be a native of the area to recognise the difference. He was of mixed race; his mother was also of mixed race but his father was Nigerian, and Colly was as black as the ace of spades.I had suggested to Harry that to keep a low profile the mortar training team.