"Enter the last waypoint? How's the fuel looking?" As Tim settled intothe pilot's seat. He hiked his skirt and with the shoulder harnessstraps on cl...pped into the five point harness. Bill didn't mind givingup the pilots seat one bit. He quickly returned to his navigationstation. Joyce brought fresh coffee as Tim settled Lance down and afterchanging the waypoints he got the handoff from London central."Ah, New York central, New York central, this is one-one-seven-whisky-alpha, 747 heavy. This isn't good. What did I get myself into?? She could see the men were starting to lose composure, animal instinct was kicking in and she was just a piece of meat to them. Nervous of what might happen to her if she freaked out, she kept quiet and focused on the feeling of another man pumping his hot seed inside her.The man in front of her slapping his cock on her face grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. He had a smile on his face and his cock was pointed right at her making her. The medical software sales are slowly ramping up, and if you saw Elyse’s last estimates, we’ll be able to hire one more programmer sometime in the fall. Tom leaving actually helps since we can replace him with someone less expensive.”“I put the two of you in charge for a reason,” I said. “Run with it. The only thing I’d say is that we should stick with being conservative and push off the hiring of the next person as long as possible, unless we have enough revenues to support the new hire. They happened to be positioned right under his nose. The novel was written by Robert Heinlein and it was called “Friday”. It was about a female secret agent and takes place sometime in the future. Heinlein was one of Tommy’s favorite Sci Fi authors, not only was he an excellent writer, but at times he wasn’t afraid to include a little sex in his stories, not like most of the other Sci Fi authors. Oh you couldn’t say his stories were exactly pornagraphic, but those passages were always enough to.