Watching your eyes open, seeing you realise that you cannot get free. I stand with my legs slightly apart. My nipples rub against the red lace of the ...bodystocking, as I think of what I will do to you.Your eyes focus more. You can see the cut away of the bodystocking that shows my smooth white thighs; the shadow of my pussy beneath the lace. You wonder if I am already wet for you. Your cock is hardening, but I pretend not to notice. I move a half-step, and turn so you can see my strappy red. They protected the Alliance but outside of allowing the Alliance to know of the completion of a task, and providing an after action report, there was no idle chitchat of any kind.Any communication had to be by telepathy and tightly controlled. The strongest of the telepaths received intensive training in blocking telepathic probes before posting to Protectorate Vessels, Haven, Ark, or receiving postings as liaison officers to the Alliance.Each of the liaison officers had a small specially. Only from far away one could hear the barking of street dogs, the humming of occasional cars passing by and other sounds that were impossible to specify. It was raining. A girl, 18 year old Nela, walked through the streets. Alone. Her hair wet from the rain, the cowl of her hoodie jacket pulled deep into her face and her headphones playing music while she was walking home. She just came back from an evening with her friends, where they watched horror movies (since Halloween came closer) and. We were fighting and in the heat of the moment, I angrily replied that I don’t find her sexy anymore. I don’t get a boner for her. She is a bitch anyways for cheating on me with Amit. Trust me, readers, I didn’t mean to say that.I was just angry and it just came out of my mouth. Mom stayed quiet for a few seconds looking at me with those angry eyes and said, “Fine I will do it. If you want to see me fuck another man because I am a bitch then be it. I will fuck another man. What do you want me.