The previous project leader had been a nice enough guy—sort of grandfatherly. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really...die of a brain aneurism, unless by chance a blood vessel in his brain burst milliseconds before the .38 hollow-point round entered his skull.Amy hadn't wanted to kill the old professor, he was a rather brilliant scientist. But she'd followed him to his initial meeting where he'd taken a 'taste' and then watched him enter the lab after hours and. The shaft was much harder than before so, now with my mouth on his cock, I really started into pleasing this guy now. In the dim light of my projector, I could see the most masculine red and blue veins that started at his shaft. Like a maze of sexy intricate interstate highways, they disappeared somewhere under the skin of his shaft towards the tip of his fat knob.As I bobbed my mouth down on 5 or 6 inches without gagging, I gently squeezed and pinched on his nut sac. I was totally in heaven. I relayed the information to her through the bathroom door, and her crying started anew. I knew that attempting to console her wasn't going to work, so I left her alone. I closed the door of the 'bedroom,' which was attached to the bath, and went back to my desk.For the next half-hour, I heard her make several calls in an attempt to get someone to come out and pick her up. Every one ended in either crying or shouting, and I knew that it was going to be a long night. After about ten minutes. “How good of you to actually take your ship out of dock. I was wondering if you planned on fighting from inside that rock.”“I just offered my crew an extra night at home. Standard protocol was that all crew get twenty-four hours on the planet before the launch of their ship. I gave them an extra four hours or so,” I replied.“Six,” Captain Prescott growled.““Whatever,” I replied. “Look, I don’t answer to you. I answer to the Confederacy High Command. The terms they set allowed me to launch.