His eyes are covered by something and the edges are well taped. He suspects that it is such an eye mask that you get during night flights. There is a... itch in his elbow that starts to irritate him, but because his hands are tied to the bed, he cannot do anything else than waiting for someone to help. The bands around his ankles start to annoy as well. He is wondering: how long is he lying here? He does not remember. He has lost all sense of time. He only notices that his body feels tired and. ”“I can relate to being viewed as different,” he acknowledged. “Otherwise our ancestors would never have fled Tandorian space. Now, we outnumber you, so we’re hardly the minority.”“Believe me, the cute nicknames were because we humans were named by rank, based on an ancient human language. Once we discovered we were in the same boat, it became a personal thing, marking us as distinct from everyone else.”“And the Tandorians who joined them, like myself,” Siss said, “adopted the same convention.. She tossed her head back, her cunt feeling as if it would come at any moment.Never had she experienced such direct, erotic stimulation! Pussy-eating was the best! She'd demand it of all her brothers from now on!Rick lapped up and down her cunt-crack, taking down her cunt-juices eagerly. Her cunt was very creamy, and he had to swallow often to keep from drowning in her freely flowing pussy-nectar. His flattened tongue covered a wide portion of her cunt area, and his hands tightened on Anita's. It was beyond cruel to be constantly reminded of what she could never have again. She still watched the video of their night together. She watched it every night, but her fingers failed to satisfy her like his magnificent cock did ... and seeing it every night was just another self-inflicted torture."You've been through a lot this week huh? ... not that you don't probably deserve it ... or much worse." Emily's eyes lowered somewhat sadly in thought. "But I just can't stand to see people.