For a while the company ate and drank and chatted with Pedro dominating the conversation with questions for Captain Garcia to answer. The conversation...was not an interrogation, but it was designed for Pedro to learn what he could about the man that he was entrusting the Virago to. The only other person to ask questions was Ibrahim and he kept his few and far between, focusing his queries on the other man's family and place of birth. During all of this Ishmael sat and listened, acting as Pedro's. With that, Ms Jones began to unzip the zipper on his trousers.“Now,” Ms Jones began. This is the test. You may push the head of your cock into Ms Wests anus. But only the head may penetrate her. You are not to move after that. Do you understand?”Simon’s head was spinning. It took him a few seconds to agree to this request… But he agreed.His seven inch cock stood out proud and stiff, the thick veins throbbing with intent.The tip of his prick pushed against the greased up anus. Ms West gave out a. But there, I had said it.I slowly turned around and walked over to the public toilets – a few metres from where they stood, and walked into the men’s section. There was no one (thankfully) and I went to the cubicle and waited. They must have been there more often than me – as they knew there were holes in the wall to this cubicle to watch and stuff their cocks through. They had not realised that I had left the door unlocked….else they could have touched my base flesh too.So, when I heard their. Mum said I wasn’t to go into your office.”“Well if you’re quite sure?”“Positive. Just so long as I can pick up the kids from school at 3.30.”Since Leslie Anne was a woman with a mission, Alex Trimmer put up no further resistance. “As you wish. Finish your coffee and I’ll go up to my office – but I’ll leave its door ajar in case you call out for anything.” She smiled her agreement and he went upstairs.Alex Trimmer’s daily routine on his office laptop was always the same. Check the weather.