I’d been through the training centre at least three times in my service career, and so had Dunbar and Burton, so it didn’t come as too much of a s...rprise to find out that the drone had been launched from there. What did surprise us was the date that the drone had been launched. Monty pulled that out of the processors memory with relative ease. It turned out that the drone had been programmed with its basic package of instruction, and launched roughly a year before I’d even started working for. I got a double scotch out of the minibar, decided to lose my scrubs and give my dick some air. I shut the lights and went out on the porch, pantless and sat down, sipping my scotch and playing with my cock and balls. Through the railing, I saw the lights come on in Emma’s room. She must be back from the pool, I thought. I’m not proud, but I kept watching, hoping for a peek at her rocking body. Soon Emma came out onto the porch, still in her bikini, lighted from behind. She set a glass of. “She was bent over the desk, looking back at her menacing teacher. She was ready for the paddle with her plump bare bottom prepared to meet its maker,” I read from her Word document.“Sexy,” I responded with a sarcastic grin.“Shut up jerkwad,” she barked back at me.“Are you back to writing your spanking stories again?” I asked, swirling the last bit of Chardonnay around.“Not really, I’ve been in a funk lately,” she sadly replied.“Nothing I write has been any good, it’s all garbage, I don’t even. Nathan flopped back on the bed, his still semi-hard dick glistening in the moonlight streaming though the window. I grabbed a towel from beside the bed and used it to wipe him down and to clean up my face. First though, Jim took this moment to slip Nathan’s hot, wet cock into his mouth and suck out the last few drops of his tasty cum. Jim and I were both still very horny of course but took a bit of a breather ourselves while Nathan recovered. We both lay back each side of Nathan and gently.