The other six cabins had two bunks in each. While the total number for this team of crewmembers and enforcers reached eleven, the spare cabins could b... used for as they planned to have more team members on the other Strikers. VIP passengers or the people they rescued could also use the cabins.The three married couples each claimed a double-bed room. Captain Chris Smith and his wife, Darla, who was their primary navigator and comms officer, settled in the Captain’s cabin. They hailed from. After lunch he couldn’t take waiting around anymore. He wanted to get out to the shack. He texted Jake and told him he was heading to the shack and to come out when he was done. Then he hopped on his bike and left.When he got to the shack he killed time cleaning up the yard a little more. He spent about half an hour just throwing rocks in the creek before going inside and playing games on his phone.When he heard Jake’s quad coming up the road. He walked out to the tree line and saw Jake getting. Moreover, she truly had thought much about her scheme, and had gotten herself worked up at the idea of him doing her. She bet those beads that he had imbedded in his prick would feel fucking awesome sliding in and out of her."Do you have a condom?" he asked. Inside her animal mind, Cindy cheered, she had just won.She picked up her handbag, which she had left on his desk before 'giving him time to think', and fished out a folded trio of Trojans. "Safety first," she said, grinning wide.Fred. He gets it, and drops his elbow against my tit. I ask him, now isn't that better. He snickered. The longer he typed the more relaxed his arm became. I had trouble thinking about anything other than the tit massage I was receiving. The stewardess comes by asking if we would like something to drink? He asks for a Coke, putting his lap top away, sliding it into the pocket in front of him. I tell him, Oh are you done? I was rather enjoying that. We both laugh. He says that's enough for now. I laugh.