I’m conscious that there are blokes all around, albeit concentrating on the screen, and that I’m leaking in my pants, the girls have got me on the... verge already, and it could be dangerous if I can’t control my convulsions or moans, life would be very difficult here if my secret got out. But despite that all I can think about is those lovely girls and what they’re doing to me, as they dance and dance and I’m leaking non-stop in my pants, trembling all over, on the verge of perv ecstasy. Wump!. This time I was looking for a certain Blogmor Geste who was hiding in an office building on an artificial planet that was, for all practical purposes, nothing but one big office complex.This structure was much too large to be considered anything but a small planet, even though it was constructed from scratch with no "organic" rock at its base. The whole planet, called Isfor, is close to 2,000 miles in diameter and is only 62% occupied by sentient beings. The rest is empty space waiting for new. Finally after lots of kissing I was surprised to hear him say to me, Kneel down. I looked at him unsure and whined, Scccott. To which he just put a finger over my lips to shush me and said it again, Kneel down. I looked at the floor in the shed and it was really dirty and gross with dirt and mud and oil stains, but then I felt his hands on my shoulders and slowly I let him push me onto my knees. No sooner then I had knelt down he took his cock from his pants. Scott the floor is dirty, I. The good doctor was cursing in filthy words that she must have learned under strange circumstances. Then, she bent all the way down to the floor and told me, “Stick your tongue in my pussy Mister. You know how much us girls like it down there.”In all honesty it was not my favorite cup of tea but I figured I owed her something for her efforts to entertain me to the best of her ability. I got busy with my tongue and got up close and personal with her feminine folds from one end to the other and.