yes about - we are business people and we know the value of their time. - Miranda answered irritably.

- Well, if you want, you can directly. - Trask nodded, leaning back on the couch. - I am interested in you.

- I'm sorry, what? I think I did not quite understand ...

- What's so incomprehensible? The batarian squinted all four eyes slyly. - You are a beautiful woman, even by our standards, besides the daughter of my sworn enemy ... Always, you know, you wanted to fuck the dugout.

- WHAT!!! - Miranda jumped up with indignation from the spot, knocking over a glass of wine. - How dare you !!!

- Do not want - your business. Shrugged Trask. - Look for yourself. Only two weeks later she will be transported to another place. And there will be no time for you to search, because a certain Gray Mediator was already interested in - who launched his resident into the orbit of Illium without a spacesuit?

- Well, you and insolent ... - slowing down the tone, Miranda sat back. “That drell was also trying to threaten me, and where is he now?”

- Mercy, who threatens you? - Splashed his hands Trask. - We, as you yourself deigned to say, business people. I have what you need, you have what I need. No one is going to threaten anyone - you are free to leave when you want, in the end it’s your sister, not mine ... Doesn’t I care?

- Okay. - after a prolonged pause Miranda answered. - Suppose I agree. What's next?

- Farther? - The batarian rounded his eyes in surprise. - You are like an adult girl, you yourself should know how to do it. What do you look at me like a krogan at rahni? You can proceed.

- Here? - the woman was surprised. - Immediately full of people!

- Oh, yes, drop it ... Look around - nobody cares about the next whore who handles the client, they do this in every second stall. And I don’t need to play a scene here - they say “I’m not like that, I'm waiting for the shuttle”. You agreed - it means that you are not fundamentally different from them.

Miranda flashed, but was silent. It was stupid to object, the meaning in the words of Trask was, although it insulted her. And now do the same? Leave with head held high? But then the last thread, which could lead to Oriana, would break off and the coil would know how long it would take to find the trace again. In addition, the loans ended, and the agents of the Gray Intermediary breathed in the back of his head, who are unlikely to have social conversations with her, but rather sell his beloved daddy, like a cook in the market ...

Shaking her head, chasing away superfluous thoughts, Miranda poured herself a full glass of wine and drained it in one gulp.

- Well, I'm waiting. - Trask shook his head, patting the sofa next to him. - Sit closer, I will not bite.

Miranda exhaled air and sat down closer to the batarian. He put an arm around her shoulders and ran a hand into her thick black hair. Putting his hand on the back of her head, he pressed slightly, forcing the woman to lower her head below. Miranda understood what was required of her and dutifully bowed her head to the belly of the batarian. Trask, rather grinning, unbuttoned his pants and removed his penis, gently nudging the woman’s head towards him. The phallus of the batarian was, in principle, similar to a human one, only slightly different in shape and more knotty. Miranda took it in her hand and began to knead it with her fingers. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitail.ru) In her hands a member quickly recovered, turned and invitingly buried his face. Miranda knew what to do. To begin with, she gently took her head with her lips and began to suck her like a lollipop, licking in a circular motion with the edges of the head. Then gradually began to immerse the member in his mouth, holding the tongue along the trunk, exploring every curve. The batarian, rather grumbling, leaned back on the couch and gave the woman free rein, only lightly stroking her hair and bare shoulders.

Miranda, meanwhile, took the dick in her mouth at full length and began to suck rhythmically, helping her lips and tongue with her fingers.The initial embarrassment of the situation passed, she disconnected from reality and left her body to do the usual work. In the end, Mira was no longer a girl, and she learned to cope with men a long time ago, when she was heir to the Lawson dynasty. Experience and repeated practice have done their work - Trask, who had been grinning before, suddenly became covered in sweat, began to breathe heavily, and then he could not stand it and took Miranda by hair and literally put her mouth on her trunk. He rudely fucked her in the mouth, as if an Azarian whore from “Azure”, and she could not do anything, just tried to adjust to his rhythm in order to have time to relax her throat, where the batarian piston entered time after time.

Miranda moaned and tried to get rid of a member, roughly crashed into her throat. She rested her palms on the batarian’s stomach, but he sharply planted her head on his instrument several times and shivered several times, and entering it to the end with a triumphant roar, he tore the seed into the woman’s mouth. Mira twitched, trying to pull away, but Trask held her head with an iron grip.

- Do not even think of spitting it out! - He warned her. - Swallow. Do not let go until you swallow every drop!

The sperm batarian was less thick than human, but tasted much more nasty. Overcoming disgust, Miranda made an effort swallowed. And once again, until I swallowed everything. Trask nodded rather and let go of the woman's head.

- Good girl bitch, it is immediately clear that this is not new to you. And why do you need these games in spies? With your data, you would have perfectly settled on the Omega, and even on the Citadel, And Shair would bring you coffee ...

Miranda threw a devastating look at him, but said nothing, only wiping the remnants of sperm from her lips with a napkin. Trask carefully looked her up and down and ran his hand along her body, especially lingering on her chest and thighs.

- Ladna bitch ... Not that these synergies, with tentacles on the head - like a squid, fucking, and not a woman ... Well, get up, I want to see you.

Mira got up. Trask pretty slapped her on the pope, looked at it from all sides with satisfaction, and then, with a grunt, threw Miranda down on her stomach on the table.

- Well, let's see what we have here ... - He muttered, lifting up the hem of her dress. - What ass! Here are just these pieces of cloth here superfluous, do not you think, dear? - With these words, he tore off her panties with a woman, revealing the most intimate.

Miranda gritted her teeth and squeezed the edge of the table only tighter as the batarian's fingers slid between her legs. Trask was in no hurry. He carefully felt her, crushed the elastic buttocks, moved the bud petals ... Then his fingers slid further, plunged inside, examined the walls of the vagina. Miranda was thrown into a fever, she just bit her lip to hold back a moan. Fingers clutching the table turned white from the strain.

- Well, well, slut ... - Slapped her on the pope batarian, - Do not pretend that you do not like. Oh, I see how you react - all wet already ... After all, you yourself want it. I know what you want, otherwise I would have gone long ago ...

Trask put her fingers away and Miranda felt the touch of his head on the bud. He entered her carefully, slowly plunging the trunk to the end, then he stopped, getting used to the woman’s womb for a few seconds and began to move in her. At first, Miranda tried to keep a proud silence, but her own body failed her. A moan escaped from his lips involuntarily, then another and another. The batarian rather banging increased tempo. The member now and then disappeared in the bosom of Mira, who finally spit on everything, surrendered to the will of the man and her own body, which wanted to continue despite the voice of reason. Trask squeezing the woman's hips violently fucking her, muttering to herself something in her native language. Miranda's moans turned into screams, forgetting that they were in the busiest Omega club screaming and squirming like the last whore. Bright lights and thunder of bass disappeared, receding into the background, there were only she and the dick drilling behind her, the owner of whom she tried not to think.Suddenly, there was complete silence and a hot wave spread from the underbelly to the tips of the fingers, the body seemed to be pierced by an electric discharge. Miranda let out a long cry, bent like a snake and fell exhausted on the table. Trask didn’t take long to wait, too, and with a few more energetic pushes, he froze, trembled and finished in her. Taking a member out of a woman, he tucked him into his pants and leaned wearily on the sofa.

- Clever slut, you met my best expectations. - He said pouring his brandy. - I in turn will justify yours. On this media, all information on Oriana and its protection. But remember that you have exactly two weeks. After that, it will be transported to another place and the information will not cost an empty thermo charge. I am even ready to give you a bonus for diligence - all the agents of Sergo are the intermediary who will come for you, and they will come and very soon, I will kindly send ... hmm ... beyond the horizon.

Miranda got up, awkwardly straightened her dress and with a trembling hand took the crystal with the data from the table.

- It was nice to work with you, Miss Lawson, - Trask grinned, - Can we repeat something else? I have a lot of secrets ...

- Fuck you! - Miranda fiercely shot him a glance, pulled her dress up and with a quick step, almost running, withdrew from the club under the admiring glances of men and mocking - the female half of visitors who had the opportunity to see her in such an unattractive position. At the exit from the club, she flew and nearly knocked down the waiting Nicette.

- Miri, what is it? How did everything go? Do you have the data? - Anxiously asked Nicket, catching the hand of Miranda running away.

- My data is Nick. Prepare the shuttle for departure and be kind - leave me alone for now. After this fucking station, I need a shower, not to mention the decontamination procedure ...

Station "Omega". Private apartments Ariy T"Loak.

- Allow? “There was a squat Salarian in the uniform of security service at the door of Aria’s apartment.

- What you have there? - Aria reluctantly broke away from the documents and looked up at the newcomer.

“I think you will be interested, Madam,” the Salarian with a respectful bow extended the Arias to the holocrystal. - You should take a look.

Humming Aria put the crystal in the projector and lay back in the chair at first, and then began to look with ever-increasing interest.

- So, so ... Again, Trask ... And Miss Lawson is here, how interesting ... But so far this record gives us nothing - on Trask and his company I have, and so is the car of material, but Miss Lawson ... What it tells me that this girl will go far and this is not our last meeting with her. Send to the archive. Although not. Wait. I'll leave for now. You never know when the information will come in handy ...