John finally pushed me away and it was Radd's turn again. Cornell and Sammy picked up the chair that Mac was so securely tied to and carried it into t...e bedroom. They placed it close to the bed so that Mac would be forced to witness my continued degradation.The other four men followed. They were enjoying the show. Sammy wrapped his ham sized hand around my arm and pulled me along. As soon as I entered the room Radd handed the camera to Cornell and turned to me.I didn't wait to be told. It would. Another one hundred kilometers will be our closest approach. Seventy-five if they maneuver and turn to port.”“Keep closing another fifty kilometers and then fire the light rail chaff rounds. One minute’s worth of chaff and then launch all four missiles on firing plan Sierra. Then execute disengagement plan three. We’ll get out to the perimeter and watch for leakers.”“Aye, aye Sir, twenty seconds to commence rail-guns firing chaff. Missiles will fire one minute later. Disengage plan 3. Coming. She was wonderful, swirling her tongue and working me deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose was pressed against my belly and my balls were hanging off her chin. I could feel the weak remains of her gag reflex clutching gently at the head of my cock. Her eyes were open wide and looking up at me. Looking down at her perfect body, those stunning tits with her nipples dragging on the flannel sheets. I was getting bigger and bigger; I may never have had a hard on like that in my life. I. You will have running hot water, hot food and central heating, and a good night’s sleep on the sofa instead of in a draughty old lorry cab. After breakfast, we can sort out servicing the car and then I’ll treat you to a nice lunch, before I go off and finish my last-minute Christmas shopping. And all you have to do is answer to the name of ‘Jeff’ for a little while.”“Sounds like a plan, but you’ll have to give me a lift to the airfield from your Mum’s tomorrow, I don’t have a car here.”“No.