It was now 0022, Nevada time – 0322 in Washington. Emergencies never seemed to happen during the daylight hours, in Washington, D.C."I'll tell the P...esident. At least he's already on the West Coast so it won't be the middle of the night for him," said the SecAF.This was already much too much attention from 'higher ups' as far as Lt. Robinson was concerned. It was just a training mission.SecAF clicked the mute button on the Area 62 call, and picked up the direct line to the President's. Finally, he arranged for the limousine to pick him up at Sydney Airport at 6pm, naturally telling them what flight he was on in case it was delayed. He booked it for the rest of evening, or at least until 11pm, he told them.At last Thursday arrived, but the day seemed to drag. He was actually looking forward to his forthcoming three dates. Just before he caught the plane, he rang Sandy and confirmed that he would pick her up at 11am on Saturday, which suited her."Bring some study material and a. He pulled his cock from her well used hole and without another word he turned and left the room. Bound as she was, her legs forced apart by irons cruel embrace, she could neither cover herself nor obstruct the flow of cum that had started to leak from her pussy. Workers in black jumpsuits entered the room. Carefully, but firmly, they released the bonds that secured her arms over her head and she sighed as protesting muscles were allowed to ease into a more comfortable position. She could feel. She crooked her finger at Charlie, he played a bit rough for her taste, and he had no patience for the longer seduction games she played, but was still a good romp if that’s what you wanted. He sauntered over to her as though he was God’s gift to womankind. She poured on her French accent as she sang, “Eef all ze yung men were zhousters from France.” She spit in her hand rubbed the Charlie’s trousers. “I’d be ze squire and speet shine zeir lance.”Charlie accepted his turn with good grace.