.. that wasn't going to work. The cabin was rocking and I wasn't ... Uh uh ... nope ... bucket!! And I was head deep in one. Evidently, I hollered the..."BUCKET!!" It wasn't really a bucket ... it was what hospitals call an emesis trayBetween URPS, I said, "Fix the bed," and that didn't get immediate results. "Fix the damn bed!!" Someone needs to pay attention. "The bed needs to move like the boat!!"Someone I couldn't see did something and the cabin stopped moving. I mean ... it was still rocking. Well, it would be if Sundown didn't rendezvous with her as planned.Once her onboard guidance system told her she was above deep water, she flipped a switch and watched the telltale until it dimmed completely. This was supposed to indicate that the delicate electronic systems had all been wiped, the circuits fused into a molten mass from which no intelligence could be retrieved. The sailplane's entire array of gear was contained in a box three feet long, eighteen inches wide and a foot deep. Now. She didn’t seat in front of me rather she sat near me making my heartbeat faster. We started talking to each other and during the whole conversation I was just staring at her cleavage. I took chances and touched her boobs with my elbow. My thighs were touching hers and that turned me on. I was scared if she notices the bulge in my pant. Meanwhile I guess she noticed me staring at her boobs and she said “What happened”I stammered and said “nothing”. To this she laughed and she took my hand in. Dick was far more versatile than a bottom bitch like Steve. They were both just as clearly bi to some degree, though, as was I. Still, Steve needed to get his rocks off, too, and this was as good a way as any.Perhaps in the future, I would just ensure that Steve got reacharounds while someone pounded his cornhole, at least until there was no risk of someone other than me impregnating the ladies. Besides, Steve obviously enjoyed submitting to Dick as well as me. He was a good slave. No alpha, he.