I have a message for General Colt from the President of the United States." And what does God's Agent on Earth have to say?" The President wishes conf...rmation that General Colt is aboard." I am he." Very good. Stand by. The President will be out in a few minutes."I pushed the mute button. "Keep an eye on the scanners. The moment somebody approaches the shields, drop them. I don't want to risk crushing the God Given President because this stupid thing won't listen to us." Yes, Sir." I'll be. While he was getting dressed, I wasstanding in front of a tall mirror, admiring the perfectly ridiculoussissy doll squirming on the other side, shuffling uneasily on her 6-inchheels, her hot pink chastity cage clearly visible just under white frillypetticoat, and though I could not turn my head much to check the mirror,I knew that the bottom of my bare ass, framed by frilly garters, was ondisplay too, as I felt the air movement on it, along with well-inflatedplug with the bulb hanging between. He drove down to the wharves, looking for a “space for let” sign in the warehouse district, near Maydon Wharf Street – the street that ran along the primary docking facility in Durban’s busy port.Sometime in the next 48 – 72 hours, the Star of Kish would dock, unload a boring consignment of primarily medical kit and a single container housing a pair of lead-lined crates with shaped uranium-235 pieces. The Star was almost a tramp freighter usually serving the Kish Island – Bandar e Carak – Lavan. “Wow you look pretty good in them tights!” they both said together and he moved up to me and started to grope my nylon covered ass. He reached around and rubbed my hard cock through my tights and pressed his hard on against me. He then made me bend over and ripped a whole in my tights so he could get to me. He rubbed some saliva around my ass and eased a finger in to loosen me up and I let out a small moan of delight. She was now fingering herself and moved round to get a good look. Then I felt.