The building was little more than a skeleton at this point, erected between two large trunks, a foundation of poured concrete providing more support f...r it. It would be quite large when completed, with two levels, and enough floor space to meet the Coalition’s needs.Jules was already thinking about the furniture, and how they might decorate it. Maybe some rugs and tapestries would give it a more Araxie feel, some skulls and pelts mounted on the walls like a hunting lounge, perhaps. The alien. She told me there was a coffee house near her apartment, it wasn't that far from where I worked so we made plans to meet and get some coffee there around 10 am, plenty of time to talk before I had to go. I was hoping we would be too busy using our lips for other things to do much talking though. I arrived at the coffee house first, by the time she told me she was around the corner I already had a cup of coffee and a nice seat by the window. It was brisk outside, not too cold but the morning. Well I guess…’ Karen grabbed Steve’s shaft and bent down towards it. Steve was shocked at her movement. ‘Karen! What are you doing?’ Karen looked up at him. ‘You get blowjobs from guys don’t you?’ Steve started stammering. ‘Well yeah…but.’ Karen gave him a push in the chest. ‘So what’s the difference…Just lie back and shut the fuck up.’ Karen took Steve’s cock in her mouth and started sucking. Steve was enjoying it, Karen could tell that much from his soft moaning and the way his hips were. Zena cracked it in the air and, at the pistol-shot sound, saw the slave girl flinch involuntarily.„You careless slut... look what you've done!“ shrieked Karena. Her hard little face was contorted with sudden fury as she regarded the smear of silver lacquer on one toe.„I... I b-beg p-pardon... my Mistress,“ began the slave girl.„Get it up... get it up!“ snapped Karena, rising to her feet, the `Boudoir switch´ swinging flexibly at her side.The slave girl... whose name was marilda... knew better.