” She paused. “Hey, did you ever see that fake video of Chloe Goodman that got out a couple of years ago?”I shook my head. “Did you?”She blu...hed. “James liked to watch porn. He had loads of it on his laptop. He’d put it on sometimes while we ... you know.”“I guess that explains a lot.”We went quiet, lost in our own thoughts. Or rather, I assume she was lost in her own thoughts. I was trying to keep my head as clear of thoughts as I could.“Paul?”“Yeah?”“You don’t think any less of me, do you?. I tugged it and her stockings off. I pushed her back and sat down."Use me," she breathed.I grasped her knee and gazed into her eyes. "Like an object?" I asked."Yes," she answered."Like a possession?" I asked. She nodded. "A plaything? A tool? A toy? A tramp?" I continued. With each word, I glided my fingernails gently up the inside of her naked thigh.She murmured softly and pulled down her bra. I cupped a breast with one palm. A nipple poked between my fingers. I pinched them together, stealing. When I looked in through the gap in the door, I found Thilaga lying in the bed with her nightie pulled up to her waist. She was fingering her hairy pussy with a dildo.My dick started to rise to see this wonderful pussy being fingered by her dildo. She was moaning my name while fucking herself with the dildo.Then I started to record her with my phone to use in the future to relieve myself when I would be alone in my home. After 10 minutes of rigorous dildo fucking, she squirted a load of cum on. He wiped his hand on his pants.She gave him an amused look out of the corner of her eyes, and he started to chuckle. After a moment, there was a true smile on her face as well. She tapped her comm and sent out a brief instruction on all channels, then tapped it off again. "Talk to me, Bren. I'm asking you to let me help, as your first officer and as a friend."Bren leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table. "You deserve the full story." Then he stopped, not knowing where to start."I started.