.. there's a switch near your right hand. It says 'Pilot Master Arm Weapons'. Switch it to 'on'. I'm going to be both flying and firing now. I need yo... to link with me and stabilize me; otherwise, we'll be a greasy patch on the ground." Amy, what are you doing? We're out of ammo," I asked. I heard a soft giggle, subdued for Amy."More than one way to skin a cat, Daddy... or send it to the other side of the house, for that matter. Stay with me Daddy... I mean it, don't let me go or we're in big. So what!I got rid of the rental car, took a taxi to the harbor and tried to board the Moroccan ferry. This was easier said than done for I needed a valid visa for Morocco which I didn't have in my passport. What now?There was a group of American tourists in front of the gangway. I managed to join them and smuggle myself in without the bloody visa and without a ticket for the fare. Meanwhile, the ship was en route. I found an officer and explained my situation. Well, to cut this story short:. Those assets must be reflected in any price you quote. Also, commercial knowledge is perishable. Things change. Companies move on. No-one has asked me about any of the really valuable information I bring with me." Ah..."This line of thought makes perfect sense to Neena. It is the sort of thing she should report to Anatoly Sergeyevitch. But if she accepts, she is, to all intents and purposes, being sent on an errand by Pavea, the slave. A disconcerting picture forms in Neena's mind of Pavea as. If she was into me I think we'd be making out in the dry storage or sneaking of the employee restrooms for fun. Anyways last night was tough night of work and as soon as I got home I took off my work cloths and hit the mattress and went straight to sleep. I end up having a dream where I open my eyes and that sexy MILF is in my room and she mounts me and starts kissing me, I kiss back cus I wanted it so bad. She takes her pants off and slides down my underwear letting my hard cock out to.