He went to move his hand away, but I reached over and squeezed his cock.Before we knew it, we were stroking each other's cocks. It was a great feeling..., of course I'd had my cock stroked before, but I've found that women don't usually grip me hard enough - it is always great and I am not trying to complain.However, Paul was gripping me hard at the base and squeezing me all the way to the knob end before running his thumb over the precum and around the tip. I groaned.I squeezed hard around Paul's. " "Okay, Mr. Lamb." She did as he said. The twin spheres of her ass parted, her pussy fully revealed by the position of her legs. Lamb stood behind her and massaged her wet slit with the head of his cock. He dragged his knob over her rosette and smeared the taut pucker with her juices. "Oh god, are you gonna fuck my ass, Mr. Lamb?" "Is that what you want, Mouse? Say what you want, whatever it is." He slid a finger into her pussy, taking a long moment to soak it thoroughly. Then he pulled. Once again the project managers and scientists tried to argue with the King. The ship, or whatever it was, was gone now they argued. Let’s proceed with the mission they argued. Let somebody else investigate Hope ships in space. In America, a democracy, the mission would have probably proceeded, but this was the King and his word was absolute law in his kingdom. After coolly explaining that he would have them all shot if they didn’t comply with his request, the probe was soon heading back to the. ”“It’s out at five. We could have an early dinner.”“Oh, yes! That would be even better. What time would you like me to pick you up?”“I need to walk back to my dormitory and change clothes after class. Six o’clock? Let’s make this smart casual. Button up shirt and tie with nice slacks. Perhaps the chinos. No jacket. I’ll dress smart casual, as well.”“I can hardly wait to see you.”“Any time, Liam. Any time.”Liam could hardly contain himself. Perhaps he’d ask Meredith back to the house. Or to come.