’ Beetlesmith acted like he hadn’t heard my response, and checked his watch, ‘Oh look at the time. It’s after closing.’ He placed the baggie...with the two tabs in my hand, and walked me to the front of the store, ‘Just remember, Mr. Henry, tomorrow’s a Saturday, and I close promptly at noon. Have a good evening, sir.’ ******** Along the whole drive home I continued to have the same debate between whether or not Mr. Beetlesmith was either a certifiable loon, or a biochemical genius. Generally. The symbol above Fadi’s own towel loosely translated into; meager man. Though Fadi had come up with his own translation that he liked a bit better; meager manhood.“Here you go, Mr. Ler… I mean, Marc.” Fadi politely handed Marc a towel from his company’s luxury brand of Turkish cotton towels that they imported from Istanbul. Fadi also handed Jamilah her own towel along with a soft smile.“Thank you.” Marc took the fluffy towel and began to dry off his muscle-bound physique. Though the fact that. Her first dildo was more the size of Larry's cock when he was fully aroused; this cock was much bigger than any she'd ever had inside her pussy. She gradually allowed herself to get used to the bigger thickness and length of this cock and soon she had both hands around the base of it, flashing the dildo in and out of her pussy as she squeezed her breasts and flicked her hardened nipples. Before too many minutes had passed, Tammy knew her orgasm was imminent and she began to fuck her pussy. The Beacon appeared on it and then began to hover over my palm. After a moment, it fell back down.“That’s sorted, you can put it away again. You may want to sit down for the next part,” she said.“Sit down?” I asked while putting the Beacon away.“Yes. I’m going to be downloading everything you need to know about piloting spacecraft, as well as everything you need to know about this shuttle. It will probably take a minute or two to complete.”“Alright,” I said, sitting down in the chair now.