Phrases like, “Have you done your homework?” or “Could you answer question two, ‘cause I thought it was hard?” are not chat up lines. But th...t was how most of my conversations with Claire started.It would get us talking about work, and this would lead to other topics. We spent many free periods in the library talking nonsense and working. I did most of the work. Claire said things like, “Oh yeah, I get it. What answer did you get again? That’s what I got too.” She was copying my work, that was. I.. I'm horny all the time and..." Are you a whore?" He says matter of factly, then smiles as I gasp andshake my head vehemently. "So.. if I offered you.. 100 bucks you wouldn'tgive me a hand job right now?" No sir," I reply. "I.. I try to only have s.. sex with people I..." So.. how many blow jobs have you given?" he asks pressing his point"Err.. well.. I... err..." My mind spins as I try and think, there's beena couple of close shaves but.. only... "One Sir." Really? And how many times have. In your English Language my name is David (Beloved) Patterson (Fathers Son), literally. I will not give it to you in my language, You would have a harder time learning our alphabet than I had learning English, and your slang has been a bitch. You would say that my professional and academic background is Xenolinguestics and Xenoanthropology. I am a Research Fellow from the Institute for Intergalactic Research on what you would call Rigel Seven. It is a smaller, denser, Green Blue planet covered. 'Stand' I'm instructed. I'm pushed face first against the bathroom door, my hands placed on the door above my head. My hips are pulled backwards away from the door, towards Daddy. I end up standing arms stretched up above my head with my bottom sticking out and my legs spread wide apart. Daddy runs his hands all over me. Touching, pinching, squeezing. His mouth finds my sensitive ears and neck and smothers them with kisses and nibbles. By this time I'm shaking from head to foot, moaning and.