I checked my account balance and grinned before contacting Mecca and the automated shipyard in orbit. I sent the new ship plans and paid in advanced.I... also slipping in a subprogram to keep anyone from copying or stealing my ship plans. It was a couple of weeks before we reached Gregor and by then Jen knew she was pregnant. Gregor was not to bad, they either ignored me or made a labor worker do all the talking. After refueling and filling my water tanks I bought first class rations.I managed to. Those are brought home after seven years. Being brought home is defeating their purpose ... they don't get their reward. We will discuss the reward eventually."Compared to the average Chaosian woman, Cassandrian women are the cream of the crop ... they are intelligent, beautiful and every Chaosian male lusts after them ... more about that later."Survival on Chaos. When you start a mission you have nothing but the clothes on your back. If you want to eat or sleep you have to find a job of some. I stand up to greet you while you walk over. You seem a little shaky and insecure, not being able to cover that you’re getting even more nervous now. I take your hand and pull you closer to me. My other hand is pushing your hair a little bit to the side as it fell over your beautiful latina face. “Do you like what you see?” I ask you. Not being able to talk, you just nod your head. I turn around and get a glass of water for you, which you all drown in once.I come a bit closer to you and start. I re-played the ten seconds over in my mind. As you walked past me the wind picking up and blowing your skirt. I saw your tiny little panties, the shadow of hair and a small patch of moisture. I saw your tanned thighs and the curve of your ass. I re-played the memory once more, dragging it out as I started to pump my fist up and down my hard cock. I imagined the wind blowing your skirt up, except this time around you weren't wearing any underwear and I really did see everything. I saw your.