’ The man pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, and pressed a button on a remote control he’d had hidden in his pocket. ‘Here we...go…’ *** What’s that noise? Honey looked around the floor of the dome, uneasy again. She knelt down, looking toward the source of the faint hissing noise and made out a small nozzle, with a heavy yet almost fully transparent greenish gas coming from it. She bent her face down next to the nozzle and took a deep whiff of the gas, trying to work out what. It was there when he took me in his mouth once again. This time he used his tongue inside me instead of his fingers. I writhed around in ecstasy, panting and pulling him ever closer to me until I felt like if I didn’t orgasm I would break into a thousand pieces. He moved his tongue out of me and replaced it with his finger. He held it at the opening just barely penetrating me. He looked up at me once again. Once again that question was there. This time I didn’t nod. I didn’t care about pain,. “You get out of line once, and I’ll come after you with my sharpest knife. Got me?” yelled the cook.Khozem nodded, and Rashida took a seat. The cook returned to his grill.“What do you want from me?” asked Rashida.“I want your story, the story of your rebellion.”“You’ve heard it already. Why do you want to hear it again?”“Because it interests me. And please, have some tea.”Khozem poured her a tepid cup, and she sipped it, telling him the torment of her dormitory and the defiant march to the. ”“Great, This weekend good to move in?” I chuckled to myself, and said, “Anytime you want too. I’ll be home around 3 tomorrow, if you want to stop by and get a key.” “Great.” She said, “I’ll see you then”, and we hung up. Of course my mind was racing, thinking of her laying out by the pool in her skimpy bikini’s, or even maybe getting lucky and seeing her partially dressed at some point. God, I hope I know what I am doing. But, it still will be nice to have someone around here.We met the next.