Sighing, he got out of the tub, ignoring his iron hard cock, and searched through his stuff for some clean clothing. The door opened and almost before...he realized it, his gun was in his hand.The young woman who entered had no idea what a gun was, and so didn't stop until her eyes came to rest on his rampant cock. She immediately knelt, then leaned forward, pressing her small breasts to the floor and extending her arms in front of her, palm up."Master, the Chief has sent me to you to see to.... An experimental aircraft Quentin Hopewell and his wife, Estelle, were very publicly taking on an around-the-world adventure on a National Geographic assignment disappeared off the tracking charts in a group of Japanese-held Chinese islands off the coast of Hainan Island. A storm had put the aircraft significantly off course, it wasn’t scheduled to go anywhere near those islands. But the reporting from Estelle had abruptly stopped and they didn’t make their next scheduled landing. Soon. Jenny's hungry mouth met mine and our tongues intertwined. She had asked me to teach her how to kiss better and I would have to say she was an eager learner. There was nothing wrong with her ability to kiss but I wasn't going to tell her. We could work at forever if it was up to me.Taking my hands from her ass cheeks, I brought them up to her shoulders and pulled her arms from around my neck and shoulders. Jenny didn't fight me as she was a willing accomplice to our sordid relationship. Not. Then all went black.then all was orange.Taylor lurched massively back to consciousness. her entire inner life had exploded into an excruciating penetration of ice, land-sliding her spine like an enormous frozen orange juice concentrate enema and shocking her all the way up to the center of her skull.she sat up crazily. like a sex-doll inflated too fast and forcing itself from a shallow grave. Taylor was sweating, panting so hard. blowing the running sweat from her face with every heaving.