Scott realised that some of this required precision engineering, engineering that he didn't have access to. The shaft could be shortened, but only by ...iting the boiler at the very rear of the ship and that would lead to issues with the trim of the ship. He left them to continue working on the issues.His 'geologist' had been shipped over to the Low Countries and he now returned having had the opportunity to examine the different types of rock that bore various metals. Scott now had him. When I told Marie I were going she hugged me. “Oh darling” she purred “you are the best husband”. I was letting my wife live out her fantasy so I guess I was. Either that or I was stupid. I tended to think the former was right.Sunday came and Marie was so excited. I began to wonder why I had caved in so easily. But it was too late to back down. We had a quick lunch and timed it perfectly to arrive dead on 2pm. Vern stood at the front door of the house to welcome us. I hoped this “special”. Obviously their captains and executive officers were not fans of Monty Python.Toddy was not really up on British 1970's popular culture, but he did comprehend enough of the Sir Robin reference. As a result, the next events didn't strike him with complete surprise."Sir," the helmsman reported, "helm controls are locked and unresponsive!" At the same time, the helmsman's counterparts on the assault transports were reporting the same information to their captains,The utterly emotionless voices of. "Lift your ass, on your side, try and lick your cock!" Sally rattled out like a pornographic machine gun. And in a daze I obeyed."Right on your back is that cock ready to cum yet?"I lie on my back and spread my legs and worked away at my shaft. Such was the speed of Sally's demands; I was still far from cumming.Sally lent in and grabbed my cock, "Hands off!" she demanded and took to speedily wanking me up. Her downstroke jerked me into life as she almost ripped my foreskin, but she approved of.