Starting tonight."I was jumping for joy inside (doing cartwheels in fact), but just nodded like a good son obeying his mother and reluctantly tucked m... dick back in my PJs. I went down to the studio to set everything up with my dick constantly looking out from the fly. When I was ready she came downstairs. Wearing black stockings which she knows I like, she knelt in front of the cameras and lights. I checked the focus was correct and pointed my still hard dick at her.She started pinching her. As sleep dances at the edge of my mind, I hear a quiet knock at the door. I roll out of bed, thinking who could that be in the middle of the night. I walk across the room clad only in my boxers, with a light sheen of sweat clinging to my body. I crack the door, and to my surprise you stand there taking a long drag off you're cigarette. You blow the smoke out of the side of you're mouth and say "are you gonna let me in?"."let me put some clothes on" I reply."don't bother, you won't need them". Hercupped hand only made the explosion spray out in all directions, on thefloor, her hands, my pants and shirt, her blouse and skirt and even herface and neck. "Well, shit!" Catherine, barked, "I didn't know you'd been saving thatstuff up for me. It's everywhere, godammit! What a fucking mess." I knew better than complain that she was crazy trying to catch cum inher hand. So, I just apologized for being, "...too turned on..." by herbeauty and we tried to wipe off the sticky mess and get dressed. “Once the tracker stopped moving, I’d estimate a minute or so for Jeanne to think ‘Hmm, that’s weird. It hasn’t moved in a while.’ So maybe she tries to call Maria a couple times and gets no answer and decides to call someone at the base; that’s another couple minutes. Then, even acting with my authority, it would have taken her about five minutes to get someone on the phone with the power to send out a search party; and with the information from the tracker guiding them, about an hour to reach.