Harry braced up and saluted the United Nations colours that had been adopted as the human's flag and was fixed to the wall above an embossed ship's sh...eld and held the pose as the officer of the day stepped forward.The officer of the day returned his salute casually and stuck out his hand."Welcome aboard," he said, "I'm Roger DeSilva."As Harry shook the proffered hand he realised that the man before him held the same rank he did. He was shocked that an Ensign would be the officer of the day and. ”“So if you saw her, you'd give into your whorish sins and fornicate with her?” The priest's voice grew heated. His dick ached. He needed it sucked. But now wasn't the time.“I would rip out her throat and bathe in her blood.” Lynette smiled. “I owe her for killing Vincent. My Sire gifted me with immortality and showed me true pleasure. Abigail took that away from me. I look forward to Faust killing her.” Her fingernails clicked as she typed. “Sire, the security footage.”“On the main. Charlotte laughed at Jo's discomfort, watching her lean back from John's appendage."John, get your cock back from over the table, we don't want your dribbles on it," admonished Charlotte with a smile at Jo.Jo looked at Charlotte and smiled, thanking her for her intervention, knowing it was for her comfort.John stepped back and slowly studied the card."My god, it can read," Jane sarcastically mused."All right it's a date," declared John oblivious to the insult, "right, I'll leave you, ladies,". Thus, the flame was kindled under our marriage bed, and it had happened in less than a week. That is a miracle. Therefore, I should be grateful and, maybe, a ‘thank you’ note to Santa was due. ‘But wait,’ I thought, ‘Todd called me a whore.’ And now I was bothered. It all seemed very manic, and therefore not real. I could have created it all hypnotically with my mind, and my body could have complied to fulfill my mental fantasy of having a passionate love affair with my husband. But, what.