. yes, they are..." he answers, trying to make his voice sound deep."Is there anything else you'd like me to do, boss?" I ask playfully."Emm... No Kol...in, that's it for now"I turn around to leave his office, not without taking the chance to "accidentally" drop one of the pages of the form. I want to ride him so bad. I bend over slowly to pick up the page, making sure he gets a magnificent view of my ass and my lace underwear. I peek on him and he's about to explode. His red face, his hand placed. When my shirt was open, I let him go and pulled it off. Then I removed his robe. "Lay back." I told him. I stood up and took off my pants and boxers."Ay Papi!" He moaned.I looked him over, stroking his whole body. He was tone and tan everywhere except his crotch. "I hate this pale spot." I can tan nude if you want." He sighed. "I only wore the g-string because we didn't think you'd approve." Oh, I approve." I leaned over and kissed his cock. "I definitively approve." ¡Mi dios!" He sighed. "¡Si. We got to the location a day early, and I wentout to the course to get some work in. While I was there I watched alittle of the Monday qualifying round.I was surprised to see there were three women in the field, and at leastone of them seemed to be doing okay. She was about my old height andshe could really hit her driver. She was banging the ball about 285-290, which put me to shame, and the other two weren't too bad either.It turned out that they all qualified.As I hit a bag of balls,. They were just so intelligent and they had so little emotion or passion that could be hijacked to get them to cooperate. So getting them to send a manned mission to the surface was a royal pain in the ass. But they did it after the sample convinced them that they needed more data.When the sample returned and re-assimilated, you suddenly had access to more new information than there had been since your evolution. History, physics, chemistry, art, culture. It was almost too much. You actually did.