“Natural lube,” the master said. “Lick it off,” Tim ordered putting his hand in Braden’s mouth. “Good boi! Now, get on your knees on the c...uch and stick that ass out!”Braden complied with his new instructions. Tim began spanking him again. He heard Tim tell him, “Shake that sexy chocolate ass, baby! Shake it for daddy!” Braden swayed his hips from side to side and up and down. “How the hell did you get such a phat bubble on the tiny ass frame? Get over here and suck this dick.”Tim was sure he. I could sense Carl down the aisle, and then I saw a decorative sword slice through a neck. The corpse's blood splattered neighbours, retreated from the blade. I punched one goon in the kidney, and slashed another across the throat. When they fell to the floor, I moved them into position, and then brought my heel down on their throats, with much satisfaction. Bullets were flying everywhere, and I was worried the children would get shot.One of the Columbians was thrown from a room, with a gun in. He snatched his hand back as though it had been bitten, but she gently replaced it on her arse for a few moments before moving away with another dazzling smile. If he had not been so preoccupied with preparing for his interview, he might have tried to chat her up.When they landed he was met at the bottom of the steps from the aircraft by an air-conditioned Embassy car and whisked away.Within an hour of landing he was being interviewed by the British Ambassador, Sir Ian McDonald, KCMG, in. Save changes and tell me the time again." Changes saved. The time is oh six hours, fifty-eight minutes, twelve seconds," the female voice replied."Shit. There is no way I'll get to the bridge in less than two minutes," Joey groaned before grabbing his communicator off his night stand, and then dropping it when it chirped."Lieutenant Commander Joey Connor, report to transporter room two," the slightly muffled voice of the computer said through the communicator."Oh, well now you tell me," Joey.