I fiddled with the main control and then told her I need to go up in the attic. I measured first to find the secret closet. I installed the pin hole c...mera and wired it in. It was hot up there and when I came down I took off my shirt and finished up. Here she came with a towel for me, and started right in rubbing me with it. She ask if I was thirsty. I said yes. She told me to wait in the hallway. She came back with some kind of mixed drink. I gulped it down as she began to rub the towel on me. She continued screaming a thrashing about and Chuck slapped her hard. The look of surprise on her face must have been greater than mine. There were tears in her eyes. "Your gonna take it deep bitch! After I finish, you still have the small guy to fuck." She turned to look at me and gave a small smile. I panicked knowing I had already shot my load. All of a sudden, one of our teachers came into the room...naked. A large man, bald with a pot belly. He gave me a questioning look as he questioned. The story goes that we improved the sonar twice and that with each upgrade, we sold it back to the US, and the restrictions increased.”“So, and?”“We never bought the sonar from the US. The SQS-504 (the original sonar on our destroyers) is a modification of the British Type 170, a WW2 sonar. This is where we were credited with the invention of the Variable Depth Sonar (VDS). The SQS-505 is a modified 504. Now we run an SQS-510, a hull-mounted modified 505. Nowhere in there did we buy American. It happened to be a film with a bunch of black guys giving a good pounding to a blonde. I took out my cock and started stroking it so the suckers lurking in the hall could see what I had to offer. It didn’t take long for someone to enter the next booth and stick his finger in the hole. I was ready and waiting so I got my cock in the hole so quick I almost hit his finger. In a flash his lips were closing around my cock and he started servicing me. I was quickly cumming in their mouth and he.