"Around 5:30 or so . . . depending upon traffic. So let's get started." Mike took out his cell phone and with the build in stand, let the time display...as he placed it on the end of the table. It was 3:00 now so they could probably work on math for an hour and a half, and he would then work on her, for the final hour (lol). He had gotten a copy of her math book from his teacher and had prepared a short set of quizzes pertaining to what she was studying. They worked hard but by 4:20 she had taken. He made some smalltalk, but nothing pointed out that this area was a meetingpoint for hot men.I picked up my shirt and walked to the left this time. I saw more men walking around, but no action. "Just a few old guys walking around" I thought. I passed another path and then I decided there was nothing to see or do, so I went left to go back to the road. On my right I suddenly saw a guy with just his shirt on. I saw his cock hanging. And then on the left a hot guy was sitting on the ground. Cap. He pulls the pins from my hair and it spills over my shirt, grazing my nipples that are aching to be set free. We lock eyes and I start unbuttoning my shirt. He unbuckled his belt. He drops his trousers and boxers, and there before me is his pulsating throbbing cock with the tiniest drop of jizz glistening in the hole. My eyes grow wide and I lick my lips. It's all I can do not to take it all at once, but I'm going to make him suffer a little - like he did to me on the train. My tongue reaches. The last I saw of her was her arm hanging loose outside of the straps that held her safely on the gurney.Our launch raced for the larger vessels and once we were outside the cover provided by the yacht, our attackers focused their last ditch attempts on taking us out. That would have been a sound idea except for the fact that Air Force AND Naval fighters showed up and turned them into shark bait so fast that all I really saw was a red mist followed by several massive explosions, as our guys.