Col. Weiss would find something else to work on when the implant job was done.I don't think that Admiral Andrews was pleased to find out about his rem...te-control implant, but I was off his radar for this. I was just a Captain, one of several learning how to run alien ships, and he was too professional to vent to his subordinates about any issues he had about his superiors. I bet Admiral Kennedy got an earful, though. Admiral Andrews did start pushing NATO solidarity instead of UN. I can't ... can't resist! Can't even breathe! It's just too hot! Serving ... serving my lord and master! Master Alan! Just bowing to him while all this loud slurping is going on is too arousing to resist. No! Gotta fight! Gotta ... Can't ... can't let him win!She muttered, "How ... how are you doing this? It's like ... I can't control my own body. It's magic! Black magic!"Susan pulled back from Alan's dick to turn around and get a good look at Brenda while she was bowing. She spoke for the. ."Jim, strip off those wet briefs and get a washcloth, wet it with warmwater and clean yourself. Then come back here, quickly now." Jim couldhave hesitated now that he'd come, maybe even had second thoughts, but Ilicked my lips and smiled as I gave him his orders and he obeyed quickly.I lay back on the bed and waited for him."OK Gale..." he looked sheepish standing naked in front of me. I sat upand held his balls in my hand. I bounced them in my palm, watching hisface."Did you think that you'd. The time is 2:06 AM, and it’s a text from J.J. The message is simply the number 8; Aaron knows exactly what that means. Both studs have made a pact to dump 8 loads into their respective partners tonight and J.J.’s message is the prearranged signal that he’s about to blow his 8th load. Aaron quickly taps the 8 key in response, hits send and slides the phone back under the pillow. “Mmmm…who was that?” Catie moans quizzically. “J.J.,” the stud grunts in response, now fully focused again on tooling.