And no Doctor. All there was was a hangar bay with three sailboats ... fully rigged. Oh ... and David's bed.Sort of at the end of her metaphorical tet...er, she gave out with a second squeak. The realization that she had no one to blame if this went bad ... and no one to write on the chart, 'Remove breathing tube. Discontinue feeding tube ... Start liquid diet. O2 by nose clip. She was IT!"Damn. I need a Doctor."One materialized next to her as she walked back to the bed. Third Squeak."Yes,. Hehurried around the corner and down the hall towards his room. When hefirst came out of his bedroom hours ago, he loved the sound of hisheels clicking on the floor but this time he hated it. He tried to walkas softly as he could so Brad didn't hear. He finally got to his roomand hurried inside practically slamming the door behind him. He thenbegan to get undressed as quickly as he could. The whole time his wastaking off the clothes, he couldn't help but be paranoid. He wasn'tfully out of sight. Tits. Tongue. Pussy. Arse.The orgasm I’d averted earlier began to resurface, thumping at the door of my psyche to be released. My mind brimmed over with tumbling thoughts of him on top of me, his suit pressing against me as I scrabbled to liberate his thick cock. Feeling its heat and authority in my hand. The velvet smoothness of his engorged shaft, smearing pre-come over the fat tip. Spreading wide for him, breathing his musky aftershave, feeling his stubble scuff my exposed neck as he poised. “That look’s delicious,” I replied, “good enough to eat.” “How’s your cock now?” Natalie enquired. “Getting hard again!” “Show me,” she said. “What!!!” I exclaimed. “Show me your hard prick!” was the insistent response. I looked around again to check no one could see and with my heart in my mouth, surreptitiously unzipped my trousers and eased my cock out. He was rock hard again and very juicy from my pre-come. “Mmmmm, very nice. Now, have a wank.” “Are you mad?!” I protested. “Just do it!” I.