Well, she could be a victim, as long as she worked at stopping being a victim. And she wasn’t here as a victim anyway: she was here as a trick, as p...art of a rescue. Xenia had tortured her, but she hadn’t got the secrets; so far anyway. She thought the spaceship was in a lake, instead of being attached to an SES satellite, and she thought she had all the trackers when she only had two out of three.Grace wiped her eyes and stopped crying. Boris had scared her, but hadn’t actually touched her. Not. She wanted more kisses. She wanted more teasing bites.She wanted his lips sucking and pulling at her flesh.She wanted him.The room was quiet. No sounds other than his deep and steady breathing, her shallow gasps, the small “pop” sound his lips made as he pulled away from her skin, and the guttural moans of satisfaction they made as they became lost in pleasure.Her breathing accelerated slightly as he led her to the bed. She wanted him. She needed himThe wetness she felt trail down her inner. ”The Commander then laughed, “My apologies, I’m not used to a politician having a sense of humour.”Liyana then cut in, “Commander, I’m sure you’ll notice that Mark is a very different type of leader than anyone we’ve ever seen, but we should get on with the tour, until their quarters are ready.”For the next hour, Liyana took the group on a tour of the ship. It was mostly a lot of walking, due to the size of the ship, but it was a lot like the embassy. She showed them where medical was, the. Her hands went up and down Susan's spine as she rubbed copious amounts of coconut-scented suntan oil into Susan's lightly tanned skin.As she did that, she thought, I wish I hadn't encouraged Susan quite so much to let ALL of her sexual hang-ups go. The way she goes on sometimes with this sex slave stuff can get on my nerves. But even if I'd been smarter in bringing her along, I think this is pretty much where we were going to end up in any case. Well, more or less. It's become obvious that.