Sergeant Black Horse, a genuine Terran Apache shouldered his monstrous boarding axe and said.” Ship Secure, Big Chief.” None of the men in the Iro... Gauntlet called Stahl by his rank or name, but woe to the poor soul who would even hint a disrespectful thought against the Admiral in their presence.Stahl nodded.” Get Chief engineer Dohan over here on the double. I want him to go over this flying dodo pile with the fine comb and make sure it isn’t going to blow anytime soon.”“You got it Big. My hard cock is rubbing against the coarse bark of the old tree,streams of lube drooling over the bark. Soon, my ass is crisscrossed with hot, angryred stripes. Fr. Joe decides I have suffered for my sins, and now will annoitmy sinning flesh. He drops the switch, and unzips his black pants. He pullsout his angry, drooling, bone-hard dick and starts to rub it all over mywell-switched, blazing ass. I wince as his lube-slick dong grinds against mytortured assflesh.. "A short time later the team had moved into position. Kara and Mark were both surveying the camp with their scopes, Mark waiting for Kara to begin firing. Kara identified about twenty guards clearly visible around the campfires. She lined up an easy shot, targeting the heart of a warrior 80 yards distant, and calmly squeezed the trigger.Mark started firing rapidly as soon as Kara fired. Kara fired five additional shots, feeling sure she was dead on target with all but perhaps one. She stopped. "We'll have to get on with it." Yes. So lock the door and—"She squealed when he scooped her up, and giggled as he carried her across to the huge, oval table, depositing her on top. He hurried to lock the door and, returning, kissed her hard on the lips. He fumbled with her skirt."Allow me."She took charge, hooking the material up over her hips. Staring into his eyes, she removed her satin panties."Oh, lovely," he whispered. Slowly, deliberately, he stroked her slit. "Fuck, you're wet,.