You're protecting yourself. Not just from the people you're after, but from being hurt again. This little aluminum ship you live in is a part of that.... If you have to, you can hook it up and go somewhere else. No ties that bind."I nodded. She was right. She was exactly right."You don't relate to that, do you," I said, not making it a question."No. I need a place to land. Something fixed. Something I can count on."Norton was on the rug in front of us, lying with his head on his paws, eyes open,. The thought that these were the only things he could physically wear only further compounded his submission to the situation.He sauntered over to the mirror (it was easier to keep the act up, when he let his manner slip things got real bad). Blonde curls tumbled on to his face from a busy pile fixed up high on his head. This was new, so we're the fine black eyebrows that had been tattooed high and angled above his thickly enhanced lashes. The little sloping nose and constantly kiss shaped lips. He unbuttoned my pants and bending down in front of me pulled my jeans down, my cock was straining in my undies as he gently licked me. Pulling them down slowly he ran his tongue up and down my shaft gently feeling my balls. I was frozen in time. Clenching his fist over my throbbing member he proceeded to wank me up and down as he dipped my helmet in his mouth.Knowing I couldn't last long I placed my hand on the back of his head for encouragment that I was enjoying it. He quickened the speed. Desire building, fire burning, a steady stream of succulent nectar pouring from the center of my need, fingers involuntarily sliding in as I feel your lips, your tongue in my mind, licking greedily of my juices as if a man dying from an unquenchable thirst. Moaning softly, ragged breathes tearing from my chest as my fingers dance in and out, my thumb lightly stroking around the bud of my desire. I hear your voice filled with unbridled passion whispering to me, almost as if your really there,.