"Mr. Director, I expect that our invoices for services rendered will be honored without delay. Your office has them. And sir? Please do not call us ag...in."Damned good riddance, you German autocrat, the Director thought to himself as he put the receiver down. Incompetent bastards ... I wonder if he would be so smug if the world knew how a bunch of penguins handed his men their asses out there on the ice!"Sandy, those invoices from SeaVire?" Yes, boss?" she replied."See that they get settled. ' I gasped with shock and silently whispered my gratitude to her as tears began to flood down my face. The captain tapped gently on the door and spoke softly. "Is there anything we can do?" I turned to reveal my distress and he hesitated awkwardly, painfully aware of the eyes of his whole crew boring into his back. I ushered him inside then showed him the model and the note. "Does it work?" He asked curiously. "I should think so. It's a model of the Cold Albatross without it's warping. “So what are your plans with Anna?” I asked her just to make conversation and she told me with a shy giggle that they were going into town looking for boys which probably explained why she was dress like she was, “Daddy always tells me to dress to impress” she said with a nervous giggle which made total sense to me and we laughed about it.“I really love this drink sir” she says finishing another glass, “It gives me tingles” and she saw me smile, “what’s in it?” she asked asking for more, I told. Sheila was really starting to get into it again, her hips rising and falling as she bucked and grunted, Kent bit her nipples and he fucked her cunt with his fingers. He slammed them deep and hard, and curled them so that they hit that soft spongy spot that drove all women mad. Sheila knew she was getting closer, “ Kent yes, that’s feels so good I love it when you make me cum, please make me cum hard like that again, Please baby I beg you.” Her tone was sweet, and gentle, not Sheila like at.