Her fingers slowly circle the swollen head of his cock and slid down the shaft as her other hand gently massaged his balls. "Does that feel good?" she...whispered."Yeeesssss," he hissed."I've been working here for a few years now and I can sympathize with what you're going through. I just want you to understand that there is nothing personal about this, ok?" He could only nod in agreement.Slowly she stroked the full length of his long, thick, cock. He fought the urge to cum as hard as he could so. Paul's examination of Neil's ears began the instant I returned with the bag. The poor sod began to sweat and tug at his bonds as the first metal probe entered his left ear.'Hold still, arse-wipe,' Paul snapped. 'I could perforate your eardrum if you don't keep your head still.''Sorry, sir,' whimpered Neil.The pencil-like probe was soon replaced by a flexible metal tube, which had a tiny light bulb at one end and a battery pack at the other. Paul used the torch-like probe to look inside both. "Please say something," Lynne whispered.Joey wondered what to say. What did she need now? "Accept me." He gently squeezed her shoulder, hugging her closer to him. "I understand now," he whispered back to her. "I understand why you're afraid. I understand why you don't want the others to know. I understand why your brother protects you so much, and now I know why he said he trusts me with you."He could still feel the blockage in her body, something that prevented the Omegaplasm from pouring in,. This seemed like a technique that should have remained classified.“Anyway, on this day, maritime patrol aircraft started photographing oversize crates being carried as desk cargo on Soviet vessels. The initial identification, as I remember, were Il-28 light bombers.“The ballistic missiles didn’t come in as deck cargo, but it was significant to observe a ship, normally used for transporting high-value lumber, that had oversized hatches and handling equipment for long, narrow objects.”Lois smiled.