He rolled out of bed, put yesterday's clothes on and walked downstairsto get some breakfast. Most of the cornflakes spilled over the sides ofthe bowl ...but he managed to spoon some in his mouth after a while. Thenhe shoved the bowl across the table to the other bowls from the previousdays...and weeks...and months...and years...some with fungus, some withmould and in some of the older cases whole eco systems with as of yetundiscovered species of mutant bugs.He stepped out of the house. It was 10AM. Who the fuck had they done it with? Dan must have sensed my brain wasn’t 100% with him, as he pinched my nipples and tugged on them until I focused on him again.“Better,” he smirked as his hands then banded around my back, pulling me flush against his chest. He kissed me again, invading my mouth with his tongue, and then I was moaning my approval against his lips as he hammered into my pussy from below. I was so absorbed in him that the cold lube landing on my butt felt like an unexpected. He reached under her and snapped open the button of her shorts. Jemma wriggled her ass a little to help him pull them down past her thighs. He slipped his fingers under her white cotton French-cut panties and slid them down a little way exposing her ass. Walking around the bench he pulled her t-shirt up. As instructed, Jemma was braless, and he cupped one of her firm 36c tits in his hand. She jumped again when he pinched her nipple hard.Next he kneeled down behind her, his face level with her. “Mr. Rider front and center. You do have the souvenir?”“Yes Sir I sure do.”The tactical officer told me to spread my arms and then the Captain himself helped me into a black Officers jacket. The kind full commissioned officers were allowed to have. On its sleeve it had the unit patch logo of the Hyperion.Zezz squeezed my shoulder with his big claw hands. “Take care of yourself and keep your fangs clean and your honor true.”I could not really explain why my throat felt constricted, and fighting.