"I am a woman?" he asked in disbelief."Shh. Everything is alright. This is normal. Do not worry. Every unit ofyour new faction is female. So are you n...ow."Cole tried to stand up and managed so with the help of the woman. Shewas beautiful and rivaled Lercha in that regard."Come. Sit down over here. My name is Verea. I am the same tier one unitas you are and I will be your teacher and guide for now." My unit type?" Cole asked with still some confusion on his mind."Mine and your unit type are. "Absolutely. It's about a hundred acres. There is a grape orchard and small winery, but it's fallen into disuse. My friend says that with some work it could become productive and profitable again." Can you maintain your consulting business?" asked Jan."Sure. Most of our business is by fax, internet and phone anyway. The few actual trips we would need to make back to the States won't be a problem." What about meeting with your publisher?" asked Sheila."No problem," answered Jan, "the few times I. Jane proved invaluable to us, she showed me how to claim back money we'd paid out for items which would become company assets by the system of taxation in our country, she showed a hard side to her personality when dealing with the builders renovating the pub, it was raining one afternoon when we arrived to see how they were progressing, it was only a light drizzle but we found them in their site hut drinking tea and playing cards,"Hi boys" she said cheerfully, "I hope you're all winning,. ’ Tyler in a gasping voice replied, ‘Noooooo .. I won’t do it .. I won’t give it what it wants!’ His fears were pushed to the background when the creature renewed its intense deep throating of his enraged manhood. Its internals were focusing more and more of its attention to Tyler’s highly sensitive gland. Its long, thick, flexing probe began an ecstatic rhythm into and out of Tyler’s seething passage. Full in to part way in, fast to slow, always flexing always twisting. The swirling tip would.