“That was the dumbest thing you have ever done, Bridget, inviting Kyle and his buddies to hang out with us. You lost everything you loved.”“Fuck... you, Maisey. I know. How can I fix it?”“You can’t, sorry.”Maisey hated the hurt she saw on Damon’s face.*Damon was smarting and angry, he was used to rejection because he was not traditional dating material, being a bit overweight, but Bridget was something different to him; he was in love with her. That night, Damon made a mind switch as he sorted. She then rolled on her elbows and knees, begging me to fuck her from behind. I smiled, as she put her face onto a pillow and raised her curvy butt in the air. I wanted to just drive my cock in her very tiny asshole; but I knew it would be better for her to warm up to it. I still didn't know if she liked anal sex. I knelt behind my sensual Boss and guided my hard cock into her pussy.I fucked her slowly, while I began to play with her ass. I caressed her round butt cheeks and teased her tight. I heard the sound again, a close up of my face and tits. As I watched she aimed it between my legs, clicked and laughed. "I want a record of you," she said as she clicked away. "When you get home you send them to me. Got it?" I nodded as she snapped. "Good. Time to earn your cock, slut." She took my hand roughly and led me to the couch. She sat, facing me. "On your knees, bitch. No objections or you're out of here, just the way you are," she threatened. As I imagined trying to make my way naked. She soon realized that the alien was new to the station, her confused expression turning into a smile.“The money is digital,” Jules explained, before quickly realizing that the word held no meaning to her. “I mean ... the money doesn’t have to be on my person, it’s stored somewhere else. I use my phone to transfer a sum, the recipient accepts it, and then it all happens automatically. Somewhere, a computer will automatically move the money from my account to theirs.”“Enjoy your stay, Ma’am,”.