It’s quite a lovely cock. How big is it?” My wife was asking this stranger how big his cock was. I know mine was getting bigger by the moment. I ...ouldn’t believe how aroused I was becoming watching my wife and this strange man chatting. “It’s almost eight inches.” “Mmmm, very nice. Very nice indeed.” Susan was typing how much she liked this guy’s cock. I wondered how much more arousing it would have been if she was speaking those words instead of typing them. Then she whispered to me that. Only, this time the plunger was drawn back, and the syringe filled up with piss. I was told to get back up on my hands, and once again someone held my head in place. I held my mouth wide open, and the syringe full of ass-piss squirted in and down my throat. This was a different taste altogether, but I didn’t really mind it. The men emptied the syringe into me, then, went back for more, not once, but five more times. I couldn’t believe all that piss was coming from my ass, and now filling my. I guess I did enough weird stuff that fatigues just added to the mystical nature of my life.In a couple of minutes, we were blasting down the runway, rotating into a steep climb, heading almost due north. Lisa was busy calling in a flight plan, and I could see Nightfox on the CCTV monitor in the cabin on the satellite phone. All three of us finished our duties at about the same time. Nightfox had already pushed the button on the coffee maker, poured some coffee, and handed it to us. He sat in. He directs a rising tide of increasingly agitated questions towards the woman, barely pausing for answers. Finally, he gesticulates in exaggerated frustration and rises up off the seat and wanders out into the corridor. It occurs to you that when men ask questions, they already have an answer in mind that they do not want to hear. The woman has shifted to the window, looking out with seasoned calm at the rolling green meadows as they start to surrender the scene to concrete. Concrete bridges..