I had my females on my mind when the Captain’s minions attacked, but that will not happen again. From now on, I will be alert, and ... ready. As soo...n as I leave here, I will also rig the door to my personal quarters. Should any unauthorized personnel attempt entry without my permission, they will be dead before they cross the threshold. I also refused a pain suppressant. The pain of the burn will be a reminder for me not to become complacent and let my mind drift again.”Ship’s AcademyBen. ”“It was intoxicating,” I said, going back to that day. “I had such power over the Duck cheerleaders. I knew what they wanted, but I just couldn’t give it to them. We were here to crush them. To beat them. So I had a price.“If they wanted to be bred, they’d have to pay.”The studio audience laughed, loving my story. My futa-dick throbbed. Out of the corner of my eye, my wife enjoyed more of my girl-spunk. I felt the eyes of the world on me as I drew in a deep breath and continued the story of my. (s). Looking out over the sun dappled surface of the pine-needled forest floor, I could see there were more depressions signaling more holes. A looker wouldn’t see them ... but an observer would notice right off; something was backfilled here. The blanks on the pine forest floor told me right off that the holes weren’t backfilled artifact diggings. No pot hunter would up and leave those blanks. Besides, most pot hunters don’t backfill ... they are as messy as it gets. Archaeological sites are a. .. how can she?” wailed Lara.“You, my girl, are shortly going to find out,” promised Miss Valdi.“Posture Number 3.”Renata now knelt erect, placing her hands on top of her head, shoulders well back. “Note,” said Miss Valdi, flicking one of Renata’s nipples, “that this girl is sticking her tits well out. That is correct. You will do so also.”Kirsten had begun to sob.“Posture Number 4.”Renata lay on her back, drew up her thighs, parted them, then thrust up her cunt provocatively.“Stoppppp....