"At least til you get your strength back," replied Sam eliciting another groan from Nissie. "Hey! I'm not that bad a company am I?" Sam asked feigning...being hurt.Nissie only laughed, she was really starting to like his sister a lot.Mark almost jumped out of his skin when his com went off an hour later."Head master did you find anything out?," Mark almost pleaded."I'm not sure, but I think there's a way out of most of it," he said looking over the documents on his desk. "Imperial law applies to. " Then she smiled a big smile and went in to make sure everything was going to be ready.I wandered around for a while and then headed back to where we were all supposed to meet. Shannon was trying her best to keep her cool with one of the pilots when I walked up he said, "I don't care who you think you are lady, I can't let you sign for these planes I have to get a signature from John McDonald and you aren't him." I am John McDonald, what seems to be the problem?" I said.The pilot turned to me. ..." Paul said in a dreamy tone than seemed as if he were in a deep state of enchantment. He identified the author of those words to be those of the great American poet Walt Whitman before he resumed sucking on my cock. I came fond of these strange interludes when he'd stop and quote a poet in the middle of a sexual activity. For Paul was never frivilous nor merely a transitory pleasure. Sometimes he referred to his lovers as his "little poems". As Ty and Yukio continued fucking before us,. In the morning - I guess it was morning - I could only go by the sleep periods of the other occupants. Anyway, that morning we were both taken out with our hands still fastened behind us. I don't know where Jill went but I was led to a lounger by the redheaded girl - a really strangely built lounge chair. There was a place for a reclining person's legs on both sides of a gap that had a thick rug on the floor. She laid back on the chair and motioned me to kneel between her legs. In a sudden.