”Balls sufficiently stimulated after another minute, my boner was solid again, ready to be covered. So she held my dick straight up by setting the c...ondom on the head. Rolling it down to my scrotum with the fingers of her other hand, she squished the floppy tip and smiled. “All set.”“Good job!” I admired her handiwork. I started to think of her as just having natural talent, being so new to this and all, but reminded myself that she'd surely put many condoms on a variety of objects over the. Plus those of the herbalist, the poisoner, the surgeon, the healer, the torturer, the spy, the courtesan, the linguist, the scribe, and the cryptologist, and a few others, which each messenger chooses for herself, according to her talents and her likings. And, of course, the skills of the diplomat, and those of the military commander, though this, the most deadly of her skills, is the one that she hopes never to have to use. A messenger cannot walk through a closed door, but she can pick almost. Sitting with him on the bridge in a wheelchair they'd cobbled together on board, Meiersdottir shook her head sharply and motioned to him to tone his voice down. Cromartie had, they'd all noticed in his numerous rehearsals of the part he'd play, something of a tendency to overact."Earth, the Ark is coming in," he said in a more subdued manner. "The computer says we're only a couple of days out. But I need to talk to Director Mallet urgently." Say again, Ark, you're breaking up."MacPherson,. Matt was overwhelmed, blocking as much as he could but taking more hits than he could stop. The fist flail even got him in the left arm as he shielded Panther's face from another missile strike. The creature stepped forward, pressing its advantage as Matt slowly fell back. With no breaks in the attack, he couldn't find an opening to fight back. Even an attempt at using Panther's shoulder cannons failed. With Matt constantly dodging, they couldn't hold a target lock, and he gave up on that after.