“Pod detached from transport,” a flat mechanical voice called out. “Seals holding. Internal batteries at one hundred percent.”“How long will... the batteries last?” I asked.“The batteries should last for seven days after landing. However, power couplings are already being extended to the drop points. This pod should be connected to the terrestrial generator by oh oh thirty,” the mechanical voice said.“By when?” Aine asked.“That would be just after midnight,” I said. “So about four and a half hours. Maybe if they had a chance to discuss it they would decide to give me the benefit of the doubt. Or maybe they had heard the rumors about what I looked like when I left his office on Friday and were of the opinion that I was fucking my uncle, which was true of course.I went down the hall to my uncle's office. His receptionist looked up when I entered. She made no attempt to hide her loathing and I didn't blame her. What surprised me was my reaction to look of disgust on her face. It embarrassed. And if I lift my skirt a little and push my thighs apart you can see a little, wet patch where I'm leaking – that's all from doing this for you, baby – see how wet and horny you're making me.My finger slowly stroking over the front of my panties, feeling the wetness from my pussy, pushing the satin fabric a little inside my pussy, making myself even wetter. Mmmm – that's enough for the moment. Sit back, and... how many more times? Don't touch yourself till I tell you to.Bad boy. You are so. ‘You stupid little slut. He’s just use—’ Gabriel pushed the phone over the edge of the counter where it fell in obvious pieces on the other side judging from the noise. He winced when he thrust his hips against her backside, a dull throb warning him not to push his limits. She gripped the edge of the counter and shrugged her shoulders to keep him from continuing his sensual onslaught. ‘G-Gabriel, stop.’ ‘That wasn’t what you were telling me last night,’ he growled, nipping her shoulder now,.