I report wrecks, heavy traffic, Fires, or Police emergency. Last week we followed a high speed chase on the tri-state. I took a sip of some coffee as ...e got airborne.We swing over the major highways looking for traffic. But being a Friday and the first day of Spring. I don't see much to report. We swing down to check some traffic on the parkway. It's all clear. I give some news about the great weather and how its causing few delays. "This is Buck Kelly high in the sky. Traffic is light on your. "Now good Doctor, never give up on a patient, you may have just the thing" laughed Myers.The major was galvanised into action but it was too late, the door shut just before he could deliver a mighty blow to his disobedient servant. The major turned in defeat to his assembled guests."The key, you still have the key," screamed Marion."Of course, YOU'LL RUE THIS DAY MYERS!" He shouted as the turned to thrust the key into the waiting keyhole.There was no keyhole, not even an indication of one, come. His assurance actually worked and I felt much better lying back and going through the motions. He was about half the way in with his thrusts and I felt him reposition to a more tactile stance. His thrusts were going deeper now and they felt stronger and more controlled. I started to feel his thighs touching mine, with my knees in the air, and his balls slowly hitting against my arsecheeks. He was almost fully in by this point and the discomfort I felt before was belittled by the massively. To insert a steel ring through the cartilage dividing Percy's new nostrils still seemed to the Elf as good an idea as when she'd first suggested it, equal to her notion of having an alphanumeric serial number tattooed on his right thigh below his rump. Helen had agreed; such things added verisimilitude, she'd added mysteriously, sending the Elf straight to the dictionary. Staring down at him, the Elf wondered once more if Percy realised he'd been neutered, 'gelded' as Helen had called it as.