“It’s a scary place down here, isn’t it?”Paul seemed to be on the edge of bolting. “Yeah, I hear there are ghosts down here.”I was about t... chuckle when Garcia replied, “Oh yes, I thought that might be it. Just for your information, Sub-Ensign Holt. We do indeed have ghosts down here. But don’t worry, my ghosts are friendly ones. Come with me. I’ll introduce you to them.”He turned and led us through another set of double doors. On the other side was a circular room with a domed ceiling. It was. Ron was scared as hell of the “long haired hippy freaks”, like Jefferson Airplane and Country Joe and the Fish, that were the vanguard of that new sound.“Don’t care” Jim waved as he headed outside to the back porch to clear his tired head and to ponder what new jam Ron was getting him into.What Jim really wanted was a cold beer, a comfortable bed, Julie (or a hot willing girl like Julie who could give great head), and some sleep, LOTS of sleep. Knowing Ron, the way. That had been only – had it really? – a fortnight ago. She sighed and opened four buttons of the dress. Watching how the crude white bra spoiled her cleavage, she took it off and let the dress's opening plunge to her navel. Then she lifted the hem of the skirt halfway up to her crotch, tightening it over her thighs. She slowly turned left and right. Maybe she didn't score points with her bust, but her legs were better than most she'd seen here – and so was her ass. Then she heard a soft giggle. Then he engulfed again the cock in his mouth and doing this the Lord came again in his trousers. The masculinity of 220 was simply intoxicating. He positioned again in front of him and kicked him repeatedly in the balls, then ordered - 220 paddling level 7!From the floor a robot arm carrying a plastic paddle came out and starting hitting the hanging testicles energetically from all directions. 220 was trembling and tensing all his muscles and could hardly breathe. The Lord went to 102 and.