The ship's communications dish resembled an earth-designed parabolic reflector used for microwave signal focusing and beaming, most commonly seen as h...usehold satellite television dishes. The Masi'shen version did not use microwave radio signals, but the principle was similar. The purpose was to focus the radiated energy into a tight beam for aiming at a receiver, similar to a searchlight beam. Conversely, the much weaker received energy would be collected from the area of the dish and directed. ’ Tears began streaming down my face as I tried to accustom myself to the object invading my mouth. How long would this go on? My knees were killing me and after only a few moments of being stretched wide open, my mouth felt like it was going to rip apart. Master ignored my tears and resumed his introduction to my punishment. ‘Not only was she fondling herself and playing with this young buck’s cock, but when I arrived on the scene it was apparent she had every intention of losing her. There wasn’t a whole lot of space for the two men but they did have at least a few feet that could separate them. A small window was on the door and let in a surprising amount of light.Brock walked into the closet and closed the door behind him. He then turned and faced Benny. Without saying a word, Brock’s fingers grasped the bottom edge of his own t-shirt and he slowly lifted it up and over his head. Brock then discarded the t-shirt on to the ground of the closet.Benny watched Brock silently.. I should never have let him take that job." What's a Gentlemen's Ranch?" asked Sissy."You need to talk to your mother about that one," replied Connie."Yes. She'll know what it is after she and Uncle Paul spend part of their honeymoon there," added Sally. "Mom invited them to stop by and explore the ranch. It's kind of like a dude ranch, I think. It's hard to believe my mom really owns 100,000 acres and all those horses. That is a lot of land." Paul actually owns the land, Sally. Your mom just.