The sleep training system does reduce the time you train, but I don’t think its real enough,” Captain Prescott said.I nodded. “I now wish I had ...ressed you a bit about using the trainers I had the AI set up.”“They worked,” Captain Prescott said. “That much I can see. And your crew works together very well.”“Yours will once you find the right officers,” I said. “And get a couple of solid teams with experienced crew.”“You didn’t have that,” Captain Prescott pointed out.“Sergeant Bruce had. He’d helped make sure of that by influencing a few members of Congress to question the program’s cost/benefit analysis. The FMCA was pretty much shut down except for a skeleton crew and Joe Friday. Jim was going to do their work for them and he was going to do it without their interference. He wanted to collect his bounty money and then permanently retire someplace private where he could enjoy the company of beautiful people of both genders without fear of government hassles.Now if this was a. Toni knows I love pits and Eric’s was so wet sweaty, I position my head in such a way as he came and laid closer to me while his cock was still buried in my. I got my face in his wet, slightly hairy pit, I got one whiff of his musky, manly scent and went nuts licking all the sweat off my lovers pits, I mean my face was wet from Eric’s pit sweat. My cock got super hard and so did his, while buried in me. I loved sniffing Eric’s musky, wet pit and licking it clean like a mother cat cleans her. Thoughts of that powerful, white cock gaping her holes, and his powerfully built body controlling her made those ebony fingers slide in and out smoothly, slowly. Hearing Mrs. Jackson call him Massa only made the thoughts more lewd, lurid and depraved. A collar, a leash, and a barn house, as if it were the 1700s. Hearing footsteps, fun time was interrupted. It didn’t take long to make herself look presentable again and walk with purpose to her office.Locking the door, pleasurable moans escaped.