I grinned at the emperor and walked across to a fancy coffee shop. He frowned as he followed and looked around. I gestured and he sat as the guards sp...ead out with the four Sword sergeants. Ginger and I sat with him and I ordered coffee for all three of us. I smiled, “So do you want to move up our mission date?”He looked at me and then grinned, “That would be nice Author.”Ginger snorted and then laughed, “we can leave in a couple of hours if we go to the fleet supply depot to get what we. “Punishment,” he growls.The tentacles push her against the wall harder as his tongue slips further out, stretching and maneuvering across her breasts, down her belly, over her mound and to her already wet slit where it slides along the length a couple times before retracting back to her mouth.“You taste sweet.”“Leave me alone!” she yells. “I haven’t done anything wrong!”“Yes, you bitch,” he growls again. “You done wrong today and you will suffer punishment.”A tentacle forms beneath his skin and. ‘When,’ she said, resting her chin on my trimmed hair, ‘puss come to shove, College, you’re not exactly lifeless in the sack yourself.’ I had said, post orgasm, that her actions were exhaustingly delicious and reminded her that I had to work in the morning. Often did she lie like this, resting her chin there as her hands gently revived any flagging responsiveness in me. ‘I mean to say, I have noticed that your body, at the moment of what I understand Jenny Frog refers to as “La Crise,” tends to. The body's in decent shape, though it clearly did not belong to an outdoorsman; the fingers were smooth and unmarked. Clearly, my body would offer little more in the way of clues, so I returned to where my belongings were lying on the grass. I draw the blade--hmm, a saber, more of a dress blade than anything else, though serviceable (How do I know this? Why do I know this?) in battle in a pinch. The pack contained several days' worth of rations and a water skin, but nothing else. A quick check.