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The security guard is taciturn, silent, when he collects me. I don't speak either: there is nothing to say, no way out, I will take my chances as I may. In the hallway, on impulse, I stop, turn to face him, place my arms gently round his neck and wait for him to lift me - to carry me, cradled in his arms, as he did when bringing me to the Captain. I hope he does: nothing is going to be easy from now on and I could use a little strong silent protection before I have to become an outcast again. (Taking this to the Vault now)

Monique moaned at the older woman’s skillful maneuvers of tongue. Entranced, she climbed in the woman’s lap, her skirt open on her thighs, her hands on her hips and groping lower. Making sure to keep their tongues locked in that heavy passion. Pressing flat, flicking, hugging. She moaned weakly. It had been over a year. The program having been too intense to try and flirt with anyone. But here they were, both accomplished women of their own programs. Shouldn’t they have fun? Her hands slowly traced up her sides, smoothing over her hardened nipples, she cupped her chest. Her hands going up to the pilot’s cheeks. Then she pulled away from

@Gardsorm Liv blushed slightly, but continued moving on top of him. Flattery wasn't new to her, but something felt different here. A chuckle escaped her lips and she smiled, pulling back to look down at him. "Well, you know, I do have to show everyone you've been with me." She winked before moving her lips back to his, shoving her tongue in to meet his. It danced in his mouth, twirling around his and then her teeth clenched around his bottom lip, lightly tugging at it. His frustration with her was absolutely sexy, and it turned her on all the more how eager he was for her to continue her assault. But as he relaxed, she began to mov