”Was it her imagination or was there a sigh of relief from Wesley? Perhaps this time, Amaya surprised him. She glowed with momentary pride.“Good l...uck today,” Wesley said and there was no mistaking the tone of excitement in his voice. “I’ll be watching.”He hung up. Amaya was beaming with pride. He HAD expected her to quit! Amaya laughed and then winced as the tacks bit into her bouncing breasts. Fuck, they hurt!Amaya still had to get dressed. For a top, she picked a very loose black t-shirt. It. He inhaled and sifted through the different smells and scents. The room smelt overwhelmingly of sex. Musky and erotic, but underneath that he could smell other familiar things. Diesel oil, engine lubricants, grease and other mechanically related scents. He must be on board a ship, but it must be static at present. He could feel no vibrations being tied to the hull, he should be able to. A new scent entered the room, a woman’s scent. Riddick smiled, it was Clara. ‘You’re awake now, hmm?’ She. Then he did it all over again. She locked her lips over his, her tongue assaulting his, and he maintained the slowest stroking he could manage, until she telegraphed her eagerness to move on. He was careful only to let her increase the tempo a tiny bit per stroke. He could feel her need building, but he resisted the urge to rush. As they began to gain momentum, she raised her thighs up along his ribs, and locked her ankles over the small of his back. He maintained their tempo, stroking her. We left hastily after that," Pat told him."Another group?" Grandfather asked, as we moved through the halls. "How many had he sent after you before that?" As we moved, our women were just staring around them in amazement at the building and its furnishings."Yes. They were at least the third group that he had sent after us," I told him."It sounds like you had quite an adventure then," Grandfather said. The other Wizards had said very little up until now. We finally reached Grandfather's private.