“Have you beenfucking some black fucker” he asked not sounding pissed but with agrin on his face. She nodded yes and blushed again as did ... ,“Fuckers” she said. Bob’s grin spread across his face and I saw himplace his hand in her leg just above the stocking, he moved it upslowly showing more and more flesh. She parted her legs a littlefor him and I saw his hand disappear under her dress, a secondlater he grinned again and said “Where the fuck are your. I had my hands on her breasts, massaging her hard nipples and she began to have another orgasm. She leaned over, her cleavage in my face, so I put my hands on her ass and pushed her harder onto my cock. An image of me dribbling a basketball somehow entered my thoughts.But it soon was overridden by the idea of fingering her anus again. That idea was the correct one, as it put Cynthia into another mode. She began her high-pitched moans and her rhythm increased more intensely.My brain seemed to go. “It’s something you say when you leave someone.” she thought.She walked to the light and when she was close, the door opened. Shutting the door behind her, she made sure the door was locked.It seemed to be late night on the ship, so she went to her apartment. Looking at the ship's clock, she was surprised to see she had been gone for two whole weeks. It didn’t seem possible to go that long without food and water, but the creature did say it had no concept of time.When she got to her assignment,. “Please, I didn’t see anything. Please, just let me out. I won’t horn the coppers, I’ll just leave you alone. I swear.”If the figure could hear her, it didn’t let it show. It stepped back a second and pulled something out of a bag attached to its hip before coming forward once more and placing a hand against the window. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground outside the door. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse.