You could have heard a pin drop in the intense focus of all watching. The best breakfast fucking had begun.At that precise moment any feeling of aband...nment regarding my old life seemed to snap shut. It was as if my spirit told me I was no longer going to look back because I was so well fit and fulfilled. It was the feeling of being sunk-inserted in Lilly with my work mates surrounding me inches away, focused directly on the action, watching me having sex with her on the breakfast table,. Devi doesn't seem to know that, however, because she furrows her cute little brows and takes on as authoritative a tone as she can manage. "Just being around you might cause behavioral changes that are unnatural and unethical... at least in women who would react to such pheromones," she adds with something akin to pride. Gay, gay pride. "The same goes for men who would find you attractive, though whether or not that's a temptation is..."Devi glances at you over her glasses for a few seconds too. I didn't want to put a transmitter on the roof because the baddies might discover it when they next adjusted their communications equipment, so I was using one of those fold-up mesh dishes, similar to an umbrella. I flew it into the house's roof-space far enough that there was enough room to open it up and point it roughly in the right direction.The baddies' living room had a light fixture hanging in it, so it necessarily had a hole in the ceiling for the light's electrical wiring. It was. Quickly they set about making a shelter with matting lashed together around a grotto formed by an enormous slab of Basalt rock. Huddled together, they waited for the storm to unleash its full fury.Meanwhile, some 400 kilometres to the East of Christmas Island, the Seeteufel came across some easy pickings. It was the SS Mary B, a British flagged tramp steamer engaged in the copra trade. The diminuative Mary B was owned by her Master, her crew owned shares in the cargo. The ship was old, slow and.