I peeked, and it was his biceps. Oh my god, I am bicep-fucking him. He put my cock in between his biceps and his forearm and flexed it while rubbing i... back and forth. I was moaning and grunting. It felt so good. “What muscle is it, Noah?” he said.I guessed the wrong answer on purpose, so he doesn’t suspect that I peaked. “Is it your thighs?” I asked.“No!” he screamed and started rubbing even faster.I was about to cum, and he knew. He stopped. I looked at him in confusion.“You can cum once. I think he was actually disappointed that he couldn't slap me on the back when he made that comment about the check." I'm sorry. I thought he'd do a better job." John, I know you want to help. But that joker is not the kind of help we need. If you want to use somebody who works outside the law when he thinks it's necessary, I'm not going to say anything. But we don't need that crap. The only reason Jill asked for help is so we could start out right. That guy would have gotten us in trouble. None of you are forced to remain here, although I suggest there are better ways of leaving than what was just so intelligently demonstrated to us. -- "Second, I notice that some of the helicopters below us are filming upward. The women wearing skirts might want to take some measures to retain their modesty." I'm nothing if not a moral angel. Some of the women were wearing quite short skirts, but even the long-skirt wearers played safe by poking their skirts between their legs and clamping them. Somehow, they haven't been afraid of me from the beginning." You're their hero," Kayla broke in. "They heard you giving orders to clothe and protect them. They've bonded with you, Jeff. Once they heard that you were going to be their official guardian, it only added to it more. But ... Mr. Wainwright, I uh, don't know how to say this, but I suspect ... Uh, you and Ingles are close to the same age and size. He even had a dusting of gray like you do." Oh, shit," Frank said."Well, Frank, don't.