One morning he got me laying face down in bed and he was lying on top of me. I was wriggling about and so was he and I could feel soft lump in the fro...t of his pyjamas rubbing against my bum. Before long his lump, which I think I realised was his cock, started to get hard. At the same time so did mine. Bear in mind at this time I had no ideas what cocks were for apart from peeing so I didn’t understand what was going on or what he was up to.For the next few mornings we would go through the same. M. flight on Sunday. Well even though David had refused to fly on "his time" on weekends, this was certainly better than a "red eye" special the day the first meeting was scheduled.A gentle buzzing brought me from a sound sleep and I fumbled with the clock to shut off the alarm. I slowly eased from the bed and shuffled toward the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee and then headed to the bathroom for a "wake me up" shower.Since I enjoy the first cup of coffee in the early morning quiet, I let David. ‘Oh yes,’ he whispered, his mouth right beside her ear. ‘Oh yes!’ Despite the soreness from all the friction of the night before, Cassie found herself cumming quickly. All the sensations nearly threw her into an overload – the cold wall behind her, Doug pounding into her, the delicious pain between her thighs and the way he held her off her feet all worked together to make her giddy. Doug had his own new sensations to contend with. He was a little bit raw himself but not enough to hurt. The way. It was the man in the captain’s whites. ‘Who…’ he coughed, his jaw sending pain up and down his brain. ‘Who…. are… you?’ The captain smiled. He was white, with the brightest, bluest eyes Abdi had ever seen. ‘My name is Sean Aloysius Patricus Ryan, of Sean A.P. Ryan and Associates Security Consultants.’ He smiled manically. ‘Though you can call me Commodore Ryan, since I’m taking your fleet. Nice to meet you. You’re going to jail.’ Barre smiled weakly. ‘No jail… would hold me.’ ‘If you insist..