But that was before the strange man leaped off the cabin, landed in a crouch that segued into a roll, and coming up under Barre’s rifle. The ‘capt...in’ grabbed Barre’s gun as he drove to his feet, slapping the pirate in the face with the barrel, and then grabbed the stock so he could pull it away. The captain then whirled, driving the rifle into Barre’s jaw, and leveled the rifle on the other pirates, spraying them with weapons fire. At this point, the newcomer shouldn’t have had a chance. It. The layout of the office in the hanger was almost identical to the one he was in before going up in the plane with Crash, the only difference was the large screen TV along the back wall and a row of lockers along the outside wall.A man in a flight suit came up and said, "You must be Patrick" and extended his hand.Patrick took it saying, "That's me." Great, I'm Oscar, the jump instructor, why don't you head over to the lockers and someone will be with you to help you get ready" he said with a. Olga was still in dreamland and seemed quite comfortable on the large bed with an ancient canopy that looked positively medieval.There was a light blinking on the telephone apparatus on the desk indicating that we had received a call message. I had asked the concierge to hold the calls but just leave the message on the board for me to retrieve. I was familiar with their system which hadn't changed for a few decades.The old grandmother behind the desk gave me the slip of paper with just a number. Your head rocks back as you moan out loud, perhaps a bit louder than is safe. You twist your head to the side and bite my thigh trying to stay quiet…I move my fingers in and out of you faster and harder,..my tongue now a blur against your clit as I try and make you scream in your office. You bite harder, sucking, marking my thighs with hickeys as you struggle to control your volume but not wanting to stop me either. You fight to keep your orgasm away for as long as possible knowing you will.