I sat in the command chair of the Flying Dutchman. Karen was right about one thing. With this ship, I can do anything.Anything at all.The only request...Jacob had of me is that I flew no higher than 25 miles until after Jacob made his orbital flight. I had no problem with that.It was time to begin. "Joe, activate mission log." Activated." Let the record show that I, Tiffany Mary French, second to be the official captain of the Flying Dutchman do hereby take formal command as of today. The mission. I closed my eyes again as I felt David's fingers feel along my pussy lips, I knew I would not be dry for very long, just the thought of a teenager's hard as steel cock going up inside me had my pussy flowing with excitement. I put my face down into the pillow, so Paul could not see the expression of pure pleasure on my face.David by now had reached my clit and was tweaking it between his fingers. Making my heart beat even faster."I think you are ready," he said, whispering this sexy news into. Instead, he settled his large frame into a chair just opposite her at the corner of the table. Leaning in, he rested his chin on his hands with his eyes fixed on her. “So who did Blake recommend for Sarah?”“A lawyer out of Decatur, Franklin Gibbs,” she responded, looking down to check her notes. “He’s already talked to her by phone on the way to the hospital, and will come down and meet with her on Monday – which means she’ll have to stick around a little longer than she intended.”“That won’t. “I asked that Senators Forde and Whitby be here as they have interest in the topics,” Representative Wallbanger said.“We are concerned that you have shortcut protocol and established procedures in this visit with the Emir of Nigeria, Prime Minister Alfred Morris and now the upcoming visit with Russian President Orbatch.”“Traditional protocol establishes that the Senate and House intelligence committees have a complete list of all proposed discussion topics thirty days before there is any.