Denise feels the same about her role. She used to be a street paramedic in Seattle. From what she tells me it's every paramedic's dream-job to work on...a medical helicopter full-time. She not only gets to do that but also has the exciting enhancement of police work to go along with it. Neither one of us have ever taken the sergeant's exam, knowing that if we passed it and were promoted, we would be yanked out of aero-detail and placed back in the streets. That's a thought that doesn't even bear. Obviously, the measurements we sent in a week ago were followed to the letter. A bar ran right under my waist, so as I crawled over it on all fours, it sat right where my legs bent forward and supported me. Two guys in construction outfits came out to help. With their cordless nut drivers, they clamped another bar across the back of my knees and bolted it to the floor. I felt a tugging on my ankles as they were chained to something. These fuckers placed a bar under my neck and bolted it down.. " He grinned. "Sorry I'm late, got caught up in homework." "They make the basketball players do homework?" Ryan teased. Evan put a hand on his chest and took a stumbling step back. "Oh, I'm hurt! How could my own sister say such a thing?" Then he grinned. "Come on, is that the best you've got?" She laughed. "Sorry, long week. I'll think on it and come up with something better." Then she saw the book in his hand. "So, what? You carry that to impress the girls?" "Oh." Evan looked down, as though. I felt him push himself up urgently as I began to suck him needfully, moving my tongue all over his shaft while his hand was now bringing me almost to the point of an orgasm. I felt his other hand push the back of my head harder down into him as he pushed desperately into my mouth. I was now mindlessly opening and closing my thighs and felt I was very near...very very near...until he moaned silently,"Mom I'm coming.....", and as I felt his hot seed hit the back of my throat, I tightly shut my.