What is it?’ ‘The NCC,’ she said with no hint of a gloat in her voice, ‘stands for Naval Construction Contract because Gene Roddenberry though... that star ships would be naval vessels. And the link with Forbidden Planet is that an early scene has the C-57D beginning its orbit around Altair 4 at 1701 hours.’ How did she remember all this stuff! ‘Now, give me your best shot,’ she demanded. I gave it some thought and then something came to me. ‘One billion two hundred ten million,’ I said as we. "Yes it is," she said, wondering what was going on. A crank call, probably; she'd had some of those."The code words you need are ELAD and SIRRAH," the squeaky voice said. "That's E-L-A-D and S-I-R-R-A-H. Dale and Harris, backwards." There was a click as the phone hung up."Thank you," Heather said into the dead phone. She was still half asleep, still needing to comprehend what she'd heard.Suddenly, it hit her. She sprang from the bed, still naked, and raced to the laptop to boot it up. While it. "I have news Brother Dashwood. The foolish Reverend has employed a private investigator, he wishes to recover the 'Madonna'." Excellent, so he believes in our subterfuge - we can use this. An investigator you say, that is of no concern. Our plans are bigger than one man, one country, or even one continent!" Dashwood smiled manically."Yes brother, we will crush them. The cleric is strong though, he has a true faith." Faith is good, we just need to shift the object of it, and we shall have him.. He fucked her doggie, altering between pounding her cunt, to slow, deep, and forceful thrusts as his thick cock rammed itself into her tight wet hole.Finishing in that position, he moved forward and sat down upon the couch. Angie got to her feet, bent over and wrapped her lips around his long thick shaft once more, tasting her own honey upon his piece of meat. She forgot how much she loved her nectar coating a man's big cock, and cleaning it for him.Angie then straddled his waist. Grasping his.