He then redressed in his regular clothes and headed upstairs as he needed to think about what had just happened.'What is wrong with you? Are you some ...ind of sick twisted pervert?' he asked himself.Now his childhood and early teen years were quite normal and he did all the things that young men do. Baseball, biking and checking out the pretty girls that watched them play were the rules of the day. He had even stolen a kiss and a feel job from some of those teen hotties. All that changed the. He also said that as Bryan didn’t drink much, they would pick me up from the motel so I could have some beers without worrying about driving afterwards.The restaurant we went to had an awesome reputation and the meal was fantastic. Alex bought some rather expensive wine and three glasses later, on top of the beers, I was pretty pissed. After dessert I paid for the meal and Alex bought another bottle of that beautiful wine to take back to the motel.When we arrived back there Alex poured himself. Within an hour they found both transponders and Captain Costas's body; of Captain Nicholas Pappas they found not a trace.Fifty-five miles to the southeast, Nick's shot up A-10 rested at the bottom of a hundred foot deep ancient water carved canyon, almost completely hidden by a rock outcropping.I was still trying to digest Jamilah's pronouncement when Basheera entered my cell with a big pair of scissors. Without saying a word she proceeded to cut my flight suit away from my body."We must get. " She cried more. I suddenly pulled my cock from Nicki's face, my fat dick flopping out of her mouth, and ripped her fragile, delicate body out of the sink by her little shoulders. Nicki cried through a swollen mouth."Please Jack, don't… no, please…"I laughed back at her with a devilish smile."Too late now, Nicki! Now you're just my little fuck toy, my sex slave. You're nothing but a little piece of meat that I'll pump full of my dick until I cum. Then my sperm will invade your vagina, and I'll.