Clad in her tight leather corset, long leather gloves, and thigh high stiletto boots, she could hardly be mistaken for the good, wholesome, volley-bal... playing girl she "portrayed" on most other occasions. Now, her fantasies corresponded with her appearance.Most times, she and her friend would talk to people, dance a bit, and just soak up the scene. Rarely, did she think she would find someone here. Well, she did flirt with some submissive men. But, she never gave them her number. Besides, when. “Yes!” Peebee echoed as she sat down on the chair at the pathfinder’s terminal desk.The pathfinder followed, nervousness evident from her wringing hands and shaking form.“Alright, stand in front of me and turn around.” Sara did what was requested of her, she turned around until her backside was at eye level with Peebee. “Time for the reveal I’ve been waiting months for.” The asari reached around and unbuckled the belt at Sara’s waist, resting her head on the pathfinder’s buttocks while doing. Quite possibly, it could somehow not be alien, but that would mean that Rachele is only kidding herself. Her only saving grace is that she is not married or that she doesn’t have a boyfriend or lover. Ironically, there seems to be a cosmic, perhaps divine balance to it all. While one life has been snuffed out, another has been made to replace it. Having to carry a child—even half alien—almost seems like it is the due Rachele has to pay for her appallingly selfish behavior. She begins to. The last was of a guy buried in her ass. I could not tell how long he was, but he looked to be thicker than I was. Surely that was not enjoyable for her, as she could barely handle my thickness without a lot of discomfort. And there were others, including one with a cock between her tits, and another with some guy eating her out. I read the note, and it basically said that she was happier without me, and she hoped I would enjoy jacking off to the photos because it would be the closest I would.