“Eh, it’s nothing,” I replied with a wave of my hand. “Just a broken rib, it’ll be healed in a few days.”Raz stared at the carpet, her ear... drooping and her tail hanging limply off the edge of the mattress. She looked downright miserable.“Stanley ... they said that I have to go home. They’re putting me on the next carrier, it’s leaving tomorrow afternoon.”“I know,” I mumbled, “Vasiliev already told me. The Admiralty doesn’t want Borealans in the program anymore, they think that you can’t be. She wasn’t married, had no boyfriends because work kept her way to busy to socialize. We learned that she lived less then 20 minutes away from me in Boston, MA. We then ate lunch together on the plane and talked about our future aspirations and how we both wanted to find someone soon so we could settle down and start families. By this team we were only 2 hours away from CA.Alexis or Lexi as she liked to be called had to go to the bathroom so she left and I watched her leave and followed her. Whore. Bitch. Slave. Words to tell her where to worship. Choot for cunt, gaand for tight dark arsehole, happy to push her tongue deep into both. Maggie was broken completely and she wanted it no other way.As for Deepanwita. No, she didn’t love this whore but yes, she enjoyed this whore, her kutiya. In truth, she wasn’t even especially attracted to women and her parents had already arranged for marriage to a man from an excellent family matching the status of her own. She considered their. She introduced herself as Beth. And told me she was 15 years old. Pieces of my past flooded my mind like I never imagined they would. Memories of Becki. Haunting me again. I began to think about this possibility and realized that she just may be a relative, but my daughter? Let me tell you a little about Beth. First of all, she looks so much like me. Big deep brown doe eyes. Huge eyelashes. She’s probably about 5’4” and 120 pounds. And, for a 15-year-old, she has an amazing body. I.