"No not today, next week yes, but today it's the sofa for you, you sexy beautiful bitch." Please don't call me that, I don't like it." I told him"He g...abbed me by the hair and spun me round. "You don't like it, you don't fucking like it," he yelled, close into my face, it made me wince in fear. "You'll do as you are told Mrs Fucking Treadwell, do you hear me?" He roared."Yes, I'm sorry Adam," I whispered."Good," he replied, "now, just to make sure we know where we stand, say after me, word for. “You’ve been with a fucking bird, I bet,” said Brian. He was never one to beat about the bush, not while drunk anyway.“I did give a bird a lift home, a work colleague, and we did have a quick drink – nice girl too,” he lied once more. He had to lie about the nice girl as even he could smell a faint whiff of perfume on his shirt. “Anyway I’m here now,” he said.They chatted for a while and left the pub just after eleven pm. John offered to give them a lift home. He dropped Brian off first and. Jen cried out as their friend’s cock was way thicker than either Vince‘s or Alex‘s. Jen began to move herself up and down on his thick cock. Vince in the meantime straddled himself over top of his friend and pushed his cock into Jen’s mouth. He fucked Jen’s mouth for several minutes as Jen sucked on feverishly. He couldn’t hold back any longer as Jen began to orgasm on his friends cock. He held Jen’s head tightly as he started to cum right into her mouth. Jen ended up swallowing all of his. Only three of the four Castle class ships had emerged nearby.“Tracking which ship is missing?” I called out. “Comms, get me Zulu and Ipanema.”“Working on it,” Ensign Thornton said. “Should I launch any sensor drones?”“No, leave that to Zulu, we’ll use the comm system and collect data from their drones. Comms?” I called out.“Zulu’s comm system shorted out. They are repairing. I have Captain Prescott,” Ensign Munfree replied.“Put him through. Helm, match speed and vector with Zulu, hopefully.