They were magnetic anomaly detectors, and were virtually useless against anything smaller than a four-man submarine as they need a lot of metal to set...them off.The net and its attached sonar-buoys were reasonably high-tech. Cutting the net would've set off alarms because each cable had a fiber optic core, and my making the wrong sorts of sounds would've caused an alert too.Highest tech of all was IASS, the Integrated Anti-Swimmer System. It's a Coast Guard, anti-diver, ultrasound weapons. She was taking care of me, and if I started keeping things from her it would probably hurt her in the long run. I carefully thought about what to say to her, as I didn't want to upset her too much. I took a break from homework and watched some TV on the screen. There was nothing good on, but it was something to take my mind off my problems.She came in a short while later looking frazzled. I almost backed out, not wanting to burden her any more."Gwen, can we talk?" I asked."Sure, Mandy. What is. Megan knew what he wanted and what I needed to do is to be the black stallion. She knelt before me and tried to get me in her mouth. I saw the flash go off and knew Steve was busy taking pictures. That was fine because I did not want her to stop sucking me as I too was sex starved for the past two weeks. While sucking and stroking, I reached for her nipples and gave them a squeeze like my hands were vicegrips. Her 36B tits had red nipples now that were harder than granite and the “headlights”. That’s a Catholic, Western Church thing. So, do I get to fuck her with a strap-on, Master? Preferably in the ass, with zero lube or warning? I really want her butt to be on fire from the pain of every stroke as I peg and stretch her. Don’t worry. I’d gag her, too, so she doesn’t make too much of a racket,” Sandy snickered while duly noting each failure and there were many.Sister Janice simply didn’t get with the program very well, alas for her. She begged, whimpered, pleaded, threatened, and.