He was disappointed in the discovery of how small it was now. It also wasn't nearly as grand as he remembered it to be. "I guess you really can't go b...ck," he said to himself.He noticed that the floor was covered in leaves, small twigs, and animal droppings. One of the window shutters had fallen away, but the heavy foliage outside had mostly protected the interior from the elements. The low benches nailed into the wall still seemed sound, though he could detect the smell of mildew in the. He had mentioned it to me in passing and I had agreed to help him if he couldnt find anyone else. Suffice it to say, I was the only person he considered for the job. I guess working hard isnt always a good thing. I somehow managed to prepare all of my fantasies/stories for the upcoming month in a little over a week. And just like that, I was off on another workation. I just hoped it would be the last. I had no clue what the job entailed. It was only when I got there that I discovered the next. The scout’s communications officer had been running a diagnostic program at the time, and the message had not been deleted from the Martian’s workstation queue when Luisa had tried to erase it.“It makes sense in a way,” George put in. Aaron switched his gimlet gaze to him, and he shrugged uncomfortably. “Send someone through the wormhole with a badly damaged ship, and we’d surely take them in - especially if they were from the Mars Company.”Aaron sat back and, after a moment, shook his head.. “Here,” Mathew said as he threw the leather paddle to him. “Go in there and put this paddle across Cindy’s ass until she’s wet.” Don found his bride on all fours on the thick rug centered on the bathroom floor. Her ass was in the air as Jamie had directed and she was wearing a blindfold. Mathew stood behind them and started the video camera. Don put the paddle to her tentatively at first, but was emboldened to increase his efforts as Cindy vocalized her enjoyment despite the sting. His dick was.