AND I AM CERTAINLY HERE, WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT.'You sit down again, trying to calm down. All reason and logic has just fallen out of the window, ...sually the only thing you could rely on in your life. This stuff can not be happening for real, there's no such things as apparitions and ghosts. That you know.So it has to be something mental. You try and remember the little psychology you've read, and come to the conclusion that this must be some sort of psychosis, or hallucination. The only. Therefore, we see no need to make changes just to accommodate new blood, to coin a phrase. Jimmy, I hope that you can see my point." Yes, and it is a very good point. I will try to conform to your SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) whenever I am working with you. It would be stupid of me to expect you experienced guys to change just because I have joined the team. Lead on, and I will follow."There followed an orientation lecture that I was sure Chuck and Joe had heard before, but a lot of it. .or should I say my cunt".You take your clothes off, untie me from the towel rack and lead me blindfolded to the shower.? You retie me to the rack in the shower.? "Bend over."? I can feel your naked flesh against the back of my thighs as you soap your hands.? You lean over me, letting your cock rest against my ass as you wash my tits... jiggling them as they hang....your hand slides back to my pussy and despite my best efforts, a low moan escapes."Ah my slut is enjoying this.... isn't she?"I. I've seen you watching my every move whenever we've been up. You got the makings of a pilot my man and you'll be the first one. I promise." Thanks, Brett," he said, barely able to contain himself. "When can we start? I mean, can you start showing me things now? While we're..." Now," Brett interrupted before he could get too far along, "we each have a job to do. I have to fly and you have to observe. This is not the time for lessons to commence." Oh... sure... I mean..." It's okay," Brett told.