..she moanedagain, and a smile leapt to her lips...He inserted another, stretching herjust a little, there was more to come... He picked up the doub...e headed dildo, slipped one head into her ass andthe other into her hot cunt...her head tossed as she felt the rubber slideinto each of her holes...as He worked the dildo, He rubbed herclit...watching as she moved into a state of heightened excitement, herbreathing shallowed, her breasts flushed, she moaned as she tried not tocum, tensing her. "Enlighten me, Commander. You do know that the agency has been studying Siple Island based on an anomaly as you phrased it? And that New Zealand chartered survey flight was following up on that same anomaly? The man rescued from there was the survivor of a survey party sent there to investigate that anomaly. Now you tell me that I—the agency—would have no interest in your little anomaly?"Commander Blevins sat stone-faced. Okay, this isn't working, he berated himself. I can't deny it. I'd like. " So you do admit that I owe you?!?"I snorted. "Where'd THAT come from? I admit no such thing." She was watching through the utility room door as I moved laundry from washer to dryer, then started another load in the washer. Terribly domestic, I am, having gotten used to doing my chores so they don't pile up to unbearable levels.I straightened up. "We have forty-five minutes. I don't like leaving the dryer running while I'm not home."'Cautious man," she cooed."Just rather not turn the corner. I can't sell the antiques or artifacts or use them as collateral for a loan, so they have no value except to me. In addition to assembling this collection, when I was Sir Edward Smithe, I set up a trust fund for my next life that's managed by an old British firm. I'm not Bill Gates, but I'm well off."I watched his eyes focus in the distance and tears welled in his eyelids. "I don't have a chance with you, do I?" Do you want the unvarnished truth?" Yeah, give it to me." Anticipating bad news, he.