”Amy shivered, her bare breasts jiggling slightly. “I thought it was cold in here. Where are we?”“We must be in some other part of the ship,�... Clara replied. “I’m not sure where. You’re wearing something.”“What? What am I wearing?” Amy squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.“I...I don’t know,” Clara said, slightly embarrassed. “It looks like a pair of metal knickers. I’m not sure what it’s for.”“I know,” Amy said grimly. “We both know what’s going to happen to us.”“Maybe they’re going to let us go,”. I felt her hands grip at my skin and her body tense and shudder. A high pitched squeal escaped her lips. I gave two more thrusts and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to cum.” I panted. I started to feel the surging inside of me. Then I felt her hands push me back. My solid member slipped from her as she slid off the counter. She turneded me around against the counter and quickly engulfed me in her mouth again. Waves of pleasure washed over my body. I couldn’t hold back any. Hamish seemed a little wary at first to be drinking in the pub with the brother of the girl he was screwing, but I tried hard to put him at his ease again, by telling him how delighted I was that Jen seemed to have found such a great boyfriend.He seemed to relax a little; I clearly wasn't taking the 'protective older brother' stance that he had feared I might do.I had thought that Jen was taking a bit of a risk by choosing to stay in the flat and exposing him to our slightly unusual. If I didnt find that fucking remote soon&hellip, Shit. Fuck. Whore. Another body shaking orgasm. I couldnt take much more of this. The most I had ever come at one time (before this) was 3 times, and that was when Greg and I had come home from the bar late one night and ravaged each other. I searched the ground a second time. My head was about 8 inches off the floor, but I was right at eye level with the top of the sandbag. Thats when I saw it. The remote! On the sandbag! What great fortune,.