The one nexus connected to the da Gama glowed red, and Belinda and four smaller figures entered the room. Belinda was a slightly chubby, petite, short...-haired brunette with C-cups. Her attitude at the moment was slightly anxious, which was quite understandable. Her sponsor, after all, was on another planet entirely."Belinda Keeler," the officer stated pleasantly, "My name is Major Gordon Ellis. Welcome to Thule."Belinda visibly relaxed. "Major," she responded. "Thank you very much. These are my. So fast, we both laughed and decided he must have been just waiting to hear from us. I could already feel light spasms deep in my pussy at thoughts of taking this venture further down the road tonight. We decided to meet up at a popular local jazz club located in the basement of a building downtown, right off the main square. Always a great time, but for tonight, the big attraction was the dark moody interior with tables hidden away in the music filled corners of the large room. Juices slid. I bent over and spit onto it, my spit hitting it and running down to her pussy. I spit one more time, then knelt back up, I grabbed my dick and started rubbing the head of my dick into my spit on Lauren’s hole. Lauren began crying, “what are you doing?” Rhiannon slapped her across the face and said, “you know what he’s doing bitch, he giving you your punishment.”I slowly pushed forward, the head of my dick slipping past her outer ring, her ass was warmer and tighter than her pussy. Rhiannon. Not a single person in the restaurant noticed up getting up to leave and none thought anything about the two drinks left on the table after we were gone. Lena slid her hand into mine and held it like a high school teenager and, though I was a veteran of many of these encounters, my heart fluttered just a bit at her touch and the scent of her perfume as she pressed close against me. As we approached the car she handed me her keys, ‘you drive’ she said, showing a bit of her old-fashioned side,.