.." No need. I know who you are. I'm a big fan," I said.Alyssa smiled back. "Thanks. I hate coming to these things and having people compliment you to... your face and talk about you behind your back. And you are..." Oh, sorry. Pete Rollins." I offered a hand and she accepted."What do you do, Pete?" Alyssa asked."Well, I'm a graphic artist." Really? Do anything I might recognize?" I don't think so, It's not what I want, but I think I'm doomed to be chained to the ad table forever." Now, what are. Word had come back from Silas that Renmark's impellors and inertial compensators were 'good'.Cowboy had put in his bid for main armament for which the hull had to be slightly reshaped and strengthened. It was decided to use the harness runs already existing for the new PD pods.Denny and Slow were satisfied with the plan's provisions for EW and Tac Nav Com – well not really but accepted the restrictions of available space; they were soothed by the fact that the courier plan had already made the. Then freezed. She saw a thing. It was a butt. Pinky's butt. It took her a moment to recognize his frame, head and clothes from behind. "...Pinky?"Pinky reflexively twitched, his left buttock then his right slightly clenching in turns as his feet shuffled.Didn't he hear her walking? She pondered. She thought back vaguely to stories about kids who got spanked and waited in the corner, but was otherwise ignorant of his predicament."Heh." She smirked at how silly this was but then frowned, as Pinky. I had noticed that Jeremy's cock was already hard. I couldn't help but notice it running down one of his pant legs. It was bigger than mine. I had expected that. But, actually, not that much larger. I knew Annie would enjoy it. I would enjoy seeing it used on her. She came into the den, went to her knees, and awaited my recognition. I continued talking with Jeremy, letting him see how well trained she was. I was proud of my little pet. Finally I allowed her to rise and sit on the sofa beside.