Later that evening, Emily and I reclined on my bed together, tears streaming down our faces. On the screen in front of us, Basil was forcing Manuel in...o a burning room. "It's only a drill," I mimicked, despite my spasming throat. Emily sat up in my lap and exclaimed, "Fuego!" before falling on her side and howling. The pledge break didn't rescue me from my desperate struggle for air for several minutes.We were similarly situated on my bed two hours later, except we sat in silence. Both of us. She unhooked the sack and lowered him onto the floor and sat on his needy cock and began to rock backwards and forwards on his hard member. When she had got him to the edge of cumming she stopped and made him cum into a waiting cup. When he was empty she poured his seed into his mouth and made him swallow. As he was doing so she squatted over his face and made him drink her golden juice making sure he did not spill any and if he did it was greeted with a smack to his cock from the crop.When she. " Otherwise, you can make it?" she asked hopefully.Derek instinctively turned to Sandy, but didn't wait for a reaction. "I guess I should be able to make it. Though if I'm playing baseball, you'll need to find a new co-chair," he added.Connie turned to Brett. "Is tomorrow OK with you, Brett," she said, batting her lovely dark eyelashes at him."I ... I think so," he somewhat blurted."Good, well at least I'm assured that one of you won't stand me up," said Connie, as she flashed Brett a toothy. " The AI had explained that taking Bill's name reduced confusion and provided additional security.She took his hand. He kissed the back of her hand. Tiffany acted passively."Corporal, I don't think her sponsor shares."A sad lost puppy look invaded the corporal's visage, "Perhaps later, Tiffany."He let go. Tiffany retreated to a high school tactic. She looked him up and down bodily, and then pictured him in a pink peewee athletic cup. Her resulting snicker caused the poor Marine to wink.