” Caleb’s voice was hypnotic. She could feel her skin heating again at the passion he weaved with his words. “You loved it when I chased and ...caught you and spanked your hot little ass until it was red. Did you like when I spanked your pussy Sara? Were you surprised at the feeling?” His tongue circled her ear as he waited for her answer. “Yes…I liked it.” “How did it feel?” “Your hand was rough and my skin was hot and tingling where you spanked me.” Her breathing was speeding up again. "Always obey ... please fuck..." Exec man moaned. The alien smiled knowingly, as she pushed him down onto the conference table.His pants were torn asunder in moments and he seemed almost to weep with glee at the coming coitus with his alien sex-mistress.Her breasts were the kind of forward-thrusting mamms that seemed to jut outwards towards a sex partner with deliberate eroticism. Nipples and aureolas seemed to point torpedo-like at her target, as if locking on for laser-guided seduction. And. Good morning.”The response: “Dana, thank you for taking my call. Ruth Blackwell here, and you may recall that I’m coaching the women’s soccer team.” Pause and a sigh. Desperation. “Dana, you’ll remember that we invited you to join us last year, and you declined. I find us in dire straits today, and I’m hoping you can help.”I said, “Yes, ma’am. I’m honored that you’d remember. How may I help?”“Dana,” she started, morphing from another desperation sigh. “Most of our team went out to dinner last. He knew basic morse code, everyone in the UNN did. If the power generator on a vessel was taken out, leaving the ship dead in space, flashing an S.O.S at rescue ships might be the only way to indicate that there was anyone alive in what to sensors would just be a dark wreck.He could program the dish to only aim at the satellite long enough to transmit a burst of data, then swivel to point at empty space. With any luck, the person on the other end would have their head out of their ass and would.