From my personal vineyards. You vere looking at ze screen, ja? Mezmerizing, isn't it?" It does have that 'wow' factor about it." Do you realize vat it...is vee are actually looking at right now, herr Barhoe?" Not really, no." Ze var." I'm sorry?" Zee vaarr." I'm sorry, I can't quite get that." Ze-e va-aarr!" he said, bulging his eyes and then aiming and shooting with an imaginary sort of rifle, even taking proper care to imitate the recoil. I could imagine this man would have made an awesome air. .. I know the drill. I'll be painting the ship's hull on my day off again." And you'll use the right paint this time. Not the kind that glows neon green or any other color when we're on the night side of the planet." Yes sir." Joey, you're the best ops officer we have, and I know that all the effort you put into your special projects can leave you drained. If you can't report to duty because you're too tired to get up, then get the doc to give you a note or something. Just don't make up lame. The place smelled of being uncleaned in quite some time. As gross as this was, I was strangely becoming turned on by the humiliation of crawling in this filthy bathroom. I place my hand accidentally, in a small puddle of god only knows what. He laughs at me and says, "It's fucking gross in here, huh?" I nod in agreement, looking disgusted and him. He smiles and motions for me to continue to crawl to him. I finally cross this gross floor and kneel before him, he hadn't shook the residual urine. She placed one of her fingers under the bottom of my cock and slowly moved that single finger along with just the fingertip supporting my large cock… her delighted husband’s cock. It pulsed every time her minute fingernail made contact with my cock skin. She curved her thumbs and supported my big cock like a rifle in a gun rack. As much as I wanted to lay my head back and close my eyes to maximize the pleasure I was receiving, I was constantly looking down. My beautiful little Sada was such.