Likewise, her stretched labia seemed a perfect fit to cover it up. Superficially. The light tone of her ivory skin masked the scars she had collected....At least to a casual observer. But to anyone who looked closer they told the story of a dark abyss looming just below the surface. I loved every bit of her, every nook and cranny, every piercing and every tattoo. Especially that tattoo. The one on the underside of her left breast. My name. A gift from her to me on our weeding day: “As long as I. You took the seat opposite me as had become your recent custom. Just like every other day, you were dressed to the 9s and looked gorgeous. I felt that old familiar stir in my shorts as I studied your fine figure. Now that I had seen you naked, your clothes did little to stifle my imagination. As a suggestive salutation to welcome you, I gave my cock a few tugs and leaned back in my seat. I wiggled my way comfortablein the corner of the seat. Resting my head on the window behind me, I soon found. God, there have been times when I’ve hated who I am. When the words cum-slut and pain-whore turn into barbs; usually said affectionately at first but eventually tarnishing with contempt. Guys who are oh-so up for threesomes and moresomes, but God forbid that I actually like it too fucking much.Never you; is it significant that you’re the first woman I have loved, I mean truly loved? The only one to see me saying ‘just fun’ and ‘nothing serious’ for what they actually were, armour plating for. " Captain Billings said gratefully."Yes. Well, this brings me to what I wanted to see you about. We have several prisoners from the ship we captured. While we are realizing a great deal of what their technical abilities are like, we still have no idea how to really communicate with them. That's where you come in." The admiral smiled."What do you mean?" Asked Billings."You are in a position to return the favor we did you. I would like your scientists to start developing a translation program. I.