"Colonel, you are very good," Caleb began. "I don't think one man in a thousand could spot my men. You did, after a fashion."Allen flinched, rememberi...g his feelings in the court-yard, and in the hall way."In the court-yard, or in the hallway?" Allen asked carefully."Both, actually," Caleb replied with a grin.Allen flinched again, quickly running the images through his mind. He shook his head, saying, "They would have to be ghosts." That's the name of our unit," Caleb answered. "We are under. ‘This is better than wanking’, I spat out venomously into his face, as my hips danced in small circles grinding down onto his squashed organ, whilst my own organ was leaking copious amounts of vaginal lubrication on to his cock shaft, and I was feeling it getting harder by the minute, adding more fuel to the fires raging in my breasts, taking of which. ‘Squeeze my tits, little b*****r’. An order that has rang true down the centuries of sexual awakenings between siblings. All my b*****rs have. Yes she does," Mistress Thorne says, and I wonder if there's achange in her tone. "Now.. let's get this fitted."Through my heavy lashes, I see her pick up the plug from the tray andscrew it firmly into the stool. "Myumi, just check it works?" She says,and my eyes widen as the plug starts to rotate."Looks good to me," Miss Myumi says with a smile and the thing slows. "Nowlet's try it properly." You heard her maid, get on," Mistress Thorne orders."Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply with a bobbed. .. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Wilson. We’ve had a good harvest, so quit hogging your loot.”“If you say so. Boys?” Wilson twirled his finger towards the truck and they went to work unloading it.They brought out crates of special food and ingredients, ammo, medical supplies, batteries, and just about anything else that the town needed to thrive. Wilson was one of the town’s links to the outside world, a merchant on the modern-day Silk Road. He came often, as he only used one truck for.