I had never heard of it, and I have no more idea than you why we are sailing. Who ordered it?"Charles thought for a moment and then said, "I was told ...y someone from the Golden Palace that it was the Emir's orders."Henry merely shrugged. As far as he was concerned, the ways of the Emir were, if anything, more mysterious than those of the Almighty.It was a long hard driving slog at the Imperial Voyager's maximum cruising speed to do the seven and a half thousand miles, down the Persian Gulf,. " The silver-hared man smiled and turned his attention to Christi. "Well, I guess we'd better get you off there before your nylons melt," he laughed.He flipped the off-switch. "Had enough, Little Lady?" Eeeee, Eeeeeeee, Eeeeeeeeeeee," Christi replied as the dildo lost it's electrical "sting" and slowly pistoned to a stop. "That was, that was --" Really packs a punch, doesn't it?" Grand Dad chuckled as he undid Christi's straps and lifted the still pulsating girl off the mammoth probe. "Boy,. With their instrumentation, speed, and consistent altitude, we should be able to count rivets and trace seams on whatever the hell is buried down there. We should damn near be able to weigh it, see what color it is, and read whatever is painted on its sides!"The chief analyst was obviously having a very bad day. He was on the verge of throwing a fit."So after what must have been an incredibly expensive survey flight, dangerous as hell to do down there, as low-level as they could manage, what. "Theonly thing I'm good at is fucking." Mike smiled, and picked his burger back up. "Ithought so." In the restaurant parking lot, Mike sat behindthe wheel and looked across the car at Darla, who was still breathing rapidly.Even in the shadowed interior he could see her hard nipples poking at her shirt.He'd left her panties sitting on the table next to the tip. She seen that buthadn't commented, just silently followed him out to the big Mercedes. Jesus, I can't believe I'm doing this ,she.