In front of them!" blurted Catherine. "How would you like it if I told him what you're like?" You wouldn't dare!" challenged Lynne."I will if you tell...him any more about me!" said Catherine."Oh, will you?" said Lynne, grinning at her."Yes, I will!" Catherine replied, her anger now quite out of control. Fiona, meanwhile, sat frozen, scarcely daring to move - petrified of being dragged into this conflict. She was dimly aware that Lynne was manipulating Catherine into a corner, but couldn't quite. "We would eject all of you from our planet and we would be easy fodder when the WestHems returned. You would never again enjoy the boost to your economy that we are responsible for."Eventually, the diplomats agreed to Laura Whiting's condition. They had been ordered to push as hard as they could for conversion to pounds but not to go under if the greenies were insistent. The next phase of the negotiations concerned the amounts of each commodity. Again the EastHems started off with patently. She took over her father, coming from a mix of Portuguese, Native American, African American, and even more Italian. Apart from our expressive and somewhat thick eyebrows, neither me nor Lexi looked like her. My little sister looked a lot like everybody else in my Grandma’s family, but, in my opinion, better. Me, I looked like my father, but bigger.Lexi looked at them, realizing they were talking about her. Probably not understanding completely what they were saying, as she had to focus a lot. I even felt her press her groin against my cock and balls. Each blow of the whip was like a sharp, cutting punch. I could feel the weight of the metal washers beating on my flesh and I could sense the sharp angles of the hex nuts cutting into my back. Ophelia kept her body close to mine. I could feel the hex nuts on her pasties pressing into my nipples. I could feel her getting excited. After one very painful lash across my back, I felt Ophelia reach down with her left hand and grab my cock. I.