What do you say to that? My girl would kill me. Some of them would leave over this, some of them would freak out on the both of you ... I didn't know ... had never been to this bridge to cross it!"I can't. She'll kill me!" I got this, trust me." she mouthed back.I didn't know what to do. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and I was starting to sweat again, but most importantly, my cock was standing at full attention, through the hole in my boxer shorts.I didn't want to do this, didn't. It's like the low-CAP idiots don't want the human race to survive." Anything you can do to help us mount our desperate last stand?" As far as equipment goes, I don't know so I can't say. But any tactics or techniques that these guys work out for my watery colony will be passed along to the navies of Earth. Just do me a favour: share and share alike. Don't hold any good or not so good ideas back from each other or from these admirals, and I'll keep the pipeline open back this way for what works. Matt had been on the force for a while, and he’d seen things most had not. Children forced from their drug addicted parents, murderers not willing to give up without a fight, bank robbers who’d rather drive until until their gas was depleted before surrender. However, he’d never been trained for this sort of situation. And honestly, who would forsee it? Regardless of Matt’s growing dread, it was Nick who discovered their next obstacle. Nick looked drearily out the rearview mirror to discover. Her other hand had a nasty looking whip with probably close to a dozen heavy 24 inch leather tails hanging from the handle. Her makeup was vintage porn star heavy. To say it worked would be an understatement. After a quick discussion I began arranging lights and cameras to focus on the dressing table instead of the bed, as I had originally thought. The ladies discussed different things they thought would look good and I found myself getting harder and harder again with each passing minute!.