To say things were more awkward than yesterday was an understatement. I had just had an up close encounter with my mother's vagina, and to make matter... worse, she was acting extra friendly while I drove as if to tease me."You look so much more relaxed than when I saw you at your office," she said as I drove. "Coffee and donuts always work wonders don't they?" Sure they do. But I think you know that I had something a little more visual to help calm me down." Good. Well I'm glad it worked. It was. Any females they captured from other races were made into slavesand subjected to the most humiliating and painful punishments the aliens coulddevise, and with centuries with which to practice and prepare, it was to beexpected that the Sangtee would have become very, very creative. Diana had been their prisoner for two months.? She knew exactlyhow creative they could be.? And now,apparently, she was back in their hands. The door of the room opened and a pair of men stepped though. Diana. They became even more so when his hand slid down to her crotch and he whispered the words,"You're soaking wet. In."She hurried back to the car and sat down slowly, wishing she could avoid putting any pressure on her red ass but it was to no avail, for he had made sure not one piece of her bottom had gotten away unscathed.He smiled to himself as he saw her grimace slightly as she sat down."Master, I-" she began, as he resumed driving, but he cut her of abruptly."Were you given permission to. We’re hoping that this week we can get definitive proof of his working with Davynskov.” Bill replied.Nathan looked over at Bruce. “When we get the last hitman, I’d like to move on the Michaels duo by the end of the week.”“What’s her schedule like on Friday?” Bruce asked.Danni looked at her notes and then spoke. “First thing in the morning, she’s at the Maxx Fitness on Central Park East, and the spa, La Coupe after she’s done at the gym. Afternoons she keeps open unless there’s a party on the.