She moved with the elegance of an experienced woman, and reacted with the wide-eyed exuberance of a teenage girl. Still, she treated me with too much ...everence for my liking. “Touch me, Astrid,” I moaned as she danced on me. “Grab me, squeeze me, take me; I’m not your god.” “You are my god,” she giggled, leaning forward and gripping my breasts, “but I will do as you command.” “Your god commands you to fuck me like a bitch in heat,” I grinned.Astrid slid forward on top of me; her flexing abdomen. We were immediately on the defensive as the aliens ‘crewing’ the ship were not the standard type, but heavily armed and armoured. That said we were heavily armoured ourselves and several of our original boarders carried an adapted shield to protect them from beam weapons and had the aliens struggling to get at them. Piling into the fray, Torun and I used our polearms to ease the pressure on the shield holders and enable the rest of their squad to get behind them and begin a push forwards to. Until that moment he hadn't realized how poorly he had fended for himself in his apartment. Nathan's eyes widened as he glanced at the heavily-laden paper plate."For me, cooking is still a learning process!" James confessed with a grin. Nathan laughed and said that he understood."Let me introduce you around," Nathan offered. "I suppose that we should start with your own department." He led James to a group of three men and a woman. They stopped their conversation as Nathan approached and stood. "Four hundred?"The guy shrugged. "Take it or leave it." Then he glanced at Rob and grinned again. "Or two hundred and the girl."Terror gripped Rob. Now she was being treated like disposable property. That's all she was to the thug. An object to be traded in a drug deal. She reflexively backed up a half step, and bumped into one of the Alphas. Sheer terror was etched on her features.Jeff glanced at her, then he looked back at the dealer. "She's not for sale. She's mine." He glanced at.