Usko yeh baat malum par gai thee. Merey pass uski ek bhi penty nhn thee, hum khaana kha rahy thy main khaany ki table par jaan boojh kar usk pass wali... chair par betha aur maine uski paeron k beech mein apna paer ghusana shuru kar diya. Usy sex charna shuru ho gaya tha tab,Maine socha sex toh baad mein bhi kar sakta hoon yeah aaj ghar par hai merey. Iski penty utarwata hoon. Maine uski panty ko apny paer ki ungli sae khiskana shuru kar diya aur woh, samajh gayi ki main kya chahta hoon tab usny. I don’t wanna see that shit!” Bert grumbled, pulling his baseball cap down to cover his eyes.“C’mon, Bert. Get up there!” Karen insisted, forcefully jostling him. Unlike Marcy, who was still buck naked, Karen had wrapped her faded lime beach towel around her body. Though she seemed to be having difficulty getting it to cover her boobs and they remained mostly exposed.“No fucking way,” Bert refused, without lifting his cap to make eye contact with her. “I’m not going up there with fucking Lord. He was now desperate to get out of the belt and let his cock extend by more than the measly two inches that she’d allowed him. His cock had been trying to defeat her belt for a week now and had lost every time. Why had she only given him two inches? She’d seen his cock and must have known how cruel that was. Fuck this belt, he cried as he tried in vain to get an erection. The phone beeped, with the same message, ‘Bar Ella, one hour.’ Again Ben arrived first and waited. She eventually arrived. It was a nice stateroom. Much nicer than one would expect on a spaceship. Not as large, perhaps, as even a child's bedroom in a normal home, but large by ship standards. It contained the equivalent of a full-sized bed, a wall-mounted video screen and communications system, a small table and two comfortable chairs."Lights, low," Joe said, as he allowed himself to fall into one of the chairs. The AI monitoring the room was not nearly as advanced as those of the Confederacy, but it was perfectly.