I really, really hate being called "Finchy," by the way. Without even thinking, I went for his balls again, curling my fingers around them and giving ...them a warning squeeze."In your dreams, Freschy," I retorted. "What's the matter, can't you even get Marilyn Beaverton to hoover you? If you want relief, you'll have to settle for a hand job from me, if you're willing to risk it! I might just decide to twist it off instead."Marilyn, you'll recall, is the one who had sucked Carl off so effectively. T’Pol looked at Hoshi in the eyes and said, “Turn around ensign and we will begin the massage therapy.”Hoshi quickly turned around and felt T’Pol’s soft Vulcan hands on her back. Hoshi quickly relaxed and really started to enjoy the massage. She felt T’Pol’s lips touch her neck and she became nervous and started to shake a little.T’Pol whispered in her ear, “There is nothing to be nervous about ensign. Have you ever been with another woman?”Hoshi took a deep breath and said, “I experimented. Your juices were flowing as I shoved my long tongue deep inside you. You moaned loudly and dug your nails into my thighs as I nibbled on your hard clit and sucked your swollen lips into my mouth. Your hips gyrated to my licks and nibbles.Again, I slipped two fingers in your pussy and worked your G-spot as your pussy muscles tightened around my fingers. I rubbed your juices in small circles across your tightly puckered asshole. And gently pressed a finger one knuckle deep in your asshole as I. In the kitchen I positioned her at the short side of the table and knelt behindher, I grabbed one of her legs and pulled it outwards so I could cuff it tothe table leg, then I did the same to her other one. Next I uncuffed her wristsand pushed her face down on the table top, I moved round to where her headwas lying and pulled her arms up over her head and attached each wrist to atable leg. So now, there she was stretched out over the table slightly on tiptoes,and completely vulnerable. I pulled.