“Let me know when you’re ready to go again,” Sasha said softly, a sly grin spread across her lips.“Really?” I chuckled. “Are you always th...s horny?”“Obviously not,” Sasha giggled. “I mean, I’m usually pretty horny. But I’m especially horny lately, given I’m fucking my little brother and all.”“Well, that works for me,” I smiled. “I’m hornier than usual too. And I could probably go again in a few minutes? But they’ll probably be done relatively soon.”“Maybe,” Sasha shrugged. “They’ve gotta cook. He told me that this session will be 15 mins long and after it I will be crying like a baby in my room. He told me to grab my clitty and jerk it until I cum in a glass. I did it and I felt like I will switch off my cam because I was not so horny,but then he switched his cam on and the view made me wet again. He was standing in a chair and his big cock was on display...it was so huge and hard that I just bited my lips. He told me that he hates hirny fags and thats why he made me cum in first. I said with a smile. I would be," I said. The whole lie thing was complicated, far too complicated to maintain in perfect shape. Most total fabrications were.There was no team of elite killers out there. There had been no air force striker teams. Those teams were special ops people However, if it kept me alive, I'm sure they would understand. If the bad guys Googled Air Commandos, they would find entries. Add to that everyone's belief that the Government lied about the real reason those people. I hadn’t even drunk the whole bottle. Hell, I don’t think I’d drunk half.Why was I constantly getting sick? Was I fucking cursed?“Babe.”I felt a hand come and check my forehead. I opened my eyes, my vision a little blurry, and found Wes looking down at me. It was weird seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans all the time now that he’d graduated from residency and wasn’t working in a hospital anymore.“Hey,” he said softly, giving me a small smile.“Hi,” I replied, coughing to cover the gag from needing.