I certainly hope we are not in a state of war, but you six gentlemen are really pushing the envelope. And you may now consider this an order: shut you... engines down, immediately! All of you!"Michael monitored the F-18 comm channel. After the swearing and shouting settled down, he heard the flight leader tell his group that he would throttle his engines down to see how it affected his aircraft. He did. Nothing changed. His aircraft hovered in place, held tightly in the grip of the invisible. .. I was," as she then showed me what the paper towel was for. Reaching down into her tiny thong again, and a second later retrieving what appeared to be some sort of small silver looking gadget in the shape of a tiny egg. She placed that down on the paper towel. "I borrowed this from mom," she blushed. "Thought I'd try it. Turns out it's a pretty nasty little toy," she added to that. "Doesn't really give you a BIG orgasm, but it certainly tickles you into wanting another one."I damn near. Slowly he grabbed a part of the mountain of money, and kept his eyes on Mephisto’s. Finally, Mephisto looked up at Owen, and Owen froze. He held the money in his hand, and looked at him, raising his eyebrows as if to ask if he could take it. Mephisto shrugged his shoulders, looking away slightly, and Owen could clearly see what his answer was. He could take the money. It was up to him, but if he did, Owen knew what it would mean. He knew what Mephisto would get in return. Owen could tell it was. "I can't open my mouth any wider." "It's okay," he told her even though it really wasn't. "What do you want me to do?" She asked sheepishly. "A handjob just seems inadequate after what you did for me." "Spit on it," Beau told her. "Get it all wet and slippery, and let me fuck your tits." "That's gross," she was hesitant. "My boobs will get all wet and slimy." "We can take a swim to clean off afterward," he tried desperately. "I'm already covered in your juices after all." "Okay," she fumbled.