I think they wanted to wear us down with six before scaring us with the non-compliant ones. Maybe we’d actually be able to scare up eight million. W...rth a shot given the size of the commission involved. The seventh, first of the two that didn’t meet our standards, was actually closer to what we wanted than any before. It was a six-unit apartment building. We could have turned the two-bedroom apartment on the second floor into a four-bedroom unit with a little renovation, just by merging the two. We have a machine which acts as a universal translator. It's sole purpose is to let us communicate. You should know that the machine refuses to translate anything but the truth, so please do not lie to us. And I will not lie to you. Now, please identify any food items so that we may feed you."The creature pointed to one item and said, "That is the only food on the tray. I can eat that, but it is only candy I had along as a snack. There are no regular foodstuffs on my ship. It will keep me alive. My head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vessel. I smelled the fresh salt of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the waves rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter Strait. I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the pain. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck. An older man stood with a whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms bound to the mast, so ebony. Still he couldn't help staring at Miss Peters and fantasizing how it would be to make love to her. His cock got stiff as a board when he imagined pistoning it in Miss Peters' hot and juicy cunt. He was a virgin and just dying to make it with a woman. And Miss Peters was definitely his first choice to take his cherry. If only there was some way to turn her on!Well, at least he could go talk to her, and that way he could get a closer look at her luscious big-titted body. It would be torture in a.