"No reply. Although ... remember, this IS a stolen Reb ship. Maybe ... they're playing dead?"Don and Lessa exchanged a glance, Don sighing."I'm too ni...ce. Patch me in." Villa hit a few buttons, and Don detached a small microphone from his arm rest. "Attention, escape pod. This is the Liberty. We are NOT a Reb warship. We are, however, busy. If you'd like to be rescued, you have thirty seconds to respond with your condition and crew number. After that, we go on our way and I go back to bed."There. After the conclusion, they decided to go to Joey’s restaurant for a pie. Vik begged away.“Got some pussy lined up,” the dark-skinned man quizzed.“Nah,” lied Vik. “Wedding stuff.”“Yo, your shit is gonna be lit,” remarked one of the heavily spray-tanned firemen. “Yeah. It’s a lot. I know. Indians love weddings.”“I think it’s great,” Joey offeredl.“Me too,” said the final guy. “Except for less pussy,”“Says who,” the artificially darkened one asked. “I get way more pussy now that I got this.” He. The more Rachel licked, the wetter Kelly seemed to get.Kelly patted Rachel’s head, getting her to stop. “Why don’t you go see if Ms. Craig needs some help, I think I will get a couple of towels for Cyndi and myself before Cyndi sits back down.”Rachel did not even bother to stand, but simply crawled over and knelt in front of Ms. Craig’s chair, looking up at the older woman and waiting for some sign of permission. Seeing the older woman nod, biting her lip as she did so, Rachel leaned forward. It was where all the sexy female fitness and bodybuilder pose. Today they were closing the gym so just them can be in there. Better let you were the only guy there. The women wanted to be able to totally use the facility without guys gawking or taking picture. They wanted to be able to chat among women. You were the only guy who they let in. They figured you were just a towel boy. You notice a lot of the women are famous. You saw them on website that deal with Amazon women. You also seen some.