Masturbate and the other 10% are liars! Now, being a very liberated lady of the 90's, I admit to having an on going love affair with the middle ... finger on my right hand. Unlike the very unpredictable male, my trusty middle digit is always, ready, it's never tired, it never wants to talk when it's over, and best of all, it doesn't think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn't! I'm thirty two years old now, but I still manage to get off with my own hand. I decided to roll the dice.I started kissing my way down her stomach and reached my left hand sort of under her arched back and slowly down under her ass. My mouth reaching Annie’s belly button and the smell of her wetness was intoxicating. This must have been how addicts felt when they snorted cocaine.My mouth reached the point where my thumb was still torturing Annie’s clit. I pushed her clit up with my thumb and did my best to lick it while resuming the in/out motion with my other. I was in it because my owner insisted on saving my life instead of his own when the drive malfunctioned. I assume, from the force of the explosion and the amount of debris that passed the escape pod, that he was destroyed with his craft." Your owner?" I was adrift in the unknown in more ways than one."Oh, I'm sorry!" she gave an awkward sort of bow or something and continued, "I am Sheer-nah. A Class I pleasure drone from the farms of Koo-trak on Prrreeeltik! By the rules governing ownership of. Eventually, if he didn't return, he would be posted as missing and a replacement sent out, but the new scout would only know that he had been assigned a search area where the primary scout had failed to return.Chances of rescue were so close to nothing that the difference didn't matter. He had dropped out of jump space about two-thirds of the way to his zone; even if the Service did mount a search, they would be looking in the wrong place. He turned on the boat's beacon, anyway. Maybe sometime,.