Answer: Are you armed?”“Yes.” Holly answered.“Do not move! Your weapons will be removed.”Rough hands were over Gene immediately, pulling the...pistol from his holster and the knife from the band on his leg. Holly was quickly stripped of her own.“Names!”“Agent Holly Bridgewater, First Nightwing, five-alpha-omega-seven.” Her head tilted slightly towards Gene, and she continued. “Gene Polanski, high-value protected, confirmation delta-delta-four.”Gene nearly fell as the boat sloshed over a large. It was a little salty, but the taste encouraged the demands of hisgurgling stomach until suddenly he was scooping spoon after spoon of thethick soupy cream into his hungry mouth. Looking around the tray Richiesaw that there was no bread, to go with it, nothing to wipe the thickcreamy residue from the dish to sate his still wanton craving emptiness.Without a thought he rubbed his finger around the clinging remnants inthe bowl, not thinking as he sucked every drop from the tip, slipping hisfinger. Almost like someone else's memory. I couldn't even remember any of thepeople I worked with except for Kyle. He had become my whole world.My thoughts though were interrupted by Kyle beginning to run his handalong his cock. He was actually jacking off in front of me! He'd neverdone that before! Although, thinking about it I don't think he's everwatched one of these DVDs with me before either. I watched fascinated ashis hand began to move up and down the length of his meaty rod. He wasleaking. From the creaking sound of her voice, it sounds like she hasn't had water for days.She puts her hand on the path, and stops from surprise, as though she didn't see it in front of her. When her eyes wander across your hiking shoe, she freezes, and struggles to raise her head upwards, looking terrified at what she will see. The two of you look at each other for a while.You wonder if you're going insane as you lock eyes with a humanoid creature, not even twice as big as your thumb. She looks at.