Getting up from the lounger, I walk over to Pam and stand behind her. Taking my love juice covered fingers, I reach around and place them gently on he...r full lips. Pam opens her mouth and snakes her tongue around them as my other hand cups a breast, gently squeezing the supple flesh.Pam closes her mouth around my fingers, she is trembling and I press myself against her as she climaxes.Whimpers of, “Mmm, mmm” escape her slightly parted lips, allowing my fingers to slip out.Rolling and pinching. Ian waved at me as I entered, and drew a pint of stout for me as I sat down. It was a local brew, not the Guinness I'd favored at home, but it was tasty nonetheless.I took a much smaller sip than was my custom, and Ian's eyebrow raised slightly. He wasn't the type to pry, but neither did he let anything go unnoticed.I took another sip, and then spoke to him in my usual fake-Irish accent."I hate to do it to you, me boy, you with two new bairns to feed and all, but I've had to cut down on me. Again, those quiet platitudes, the cool hands easing over the marked cheeks, though she wondered if it was for her benefit or perhaps ‘Pecker`s!’ A longer wait this time, then the curt, “ready?” by now she knew what was to come now, her head nodded, she had made the move without conscious thought. The cane swished… Thwack… the now expected red hot pain hit home, she screamed, louder than ever this time, sobs followed, tears head shaking, her foot again battering the big desk once more, urine. Banks shrugged once, "That's about it, yeah." He's not ready to fly yet." She put a possessive hand on the pilot's chair, and knew it was a futile gesture, but couldn't stop herself from doing it."Who?" The head mechanic frowned at her."The Warlock. This ship. He's not ready to fly yet." She took a deep breath, and donned the serene expression that served her so well when sitting across from ambassadors, "Either the Captain will choose to have the Warlock brought down to ground here at Essex,.