I pulled the shorts down, his cock sprung up right in my face as a got down on my knees. "Oh MY GOD!" I said. This thing was huge it had to be 9 inche...s in length and at least 5 inches around and it was not even hard yet. His shaft was charcoal black and his head was the size of an apple with a pink tint to it. Veins wrapped around this black snake, and I just starred at it in awe. "Do you mind if I touch it?" I asked. Jerome looked down at me he was completely shocked. "No" was all he could. He had to have a black-market cleaning crew come to remove the bodies and all traces of the suicides, every blood splatter and bullet hole. Then, next of kin had to be notified, but very quietly, and not all of them immediately. The Misato syndicate was an organization like any other, it relied on a solid morale. Dumping the bodies of enemies into the river and acting like they never existed was one thing, but productivity drops when coworkers have to bury each other in unmarked graves, with. Euphoria raced out of my snatch as I came. I grit my teeth, my head banging back into the wall as I writhed. My naked body danced to the rapturous symphony playing in my snatch. Juices flooded down my thighs.My lips quivered.My breasts jiggled, my ruby amulet bouncing between them.I swayed to the music of ecstasy.The rapture reached its crescendo. The symphony played its loudest, stirring chords that quivered my body, and then quieted to a whispering delight. The decrescendo left me shivering. It was far too risky to extend the viewing towers when the ship was performing manoeuvres. There was no sensation inside the ship's cylindrical decks to indicate that the space ship had changed its speed or direction, so it was a disappointment from even that perspective. All that happened was that the refuelling depot delivered fresh oxygen, water and food, while the space ship reciprocated by delivering a small proportion of the interplanetary post that was its most commercially viable.