"McCock commed Algy and ordered the Barge away to the Palace."I'm driving with Felix as co-pilot, boss. Alan and Colin are on compulsory rest time. Th...ey went way over the limits as did the shuttles for the recovery operation." Didn't I hear you and Felix in the shuttles yesterday?" Who? Us? You need to get your hearing checked, Sir. Got a Barge to space. Hardmann clear." Vector, Barge; joining sternwards with delta; be advised Harry Winsor requests no honours. Over." Barge, you are number one;. ”“Good enough for me, get to work!” he said, now smirking.“Yes Sir, Mr. Armstrong – getting to work.”The moment I sat down, a couple walked in.“Hello, my name is Stuart Armstrong, how can I help you folks today?”The couple was a little older than John and Joy.“We’re the Brumbaughs; I’m Henry; this is my wife Lois,” the gentleman, said extending his hand. I got up to shake it and waited for them both to sit, before I did. “We’re moving up here from Eugene. We’ve got a hotel room, and we would. Kayla was panting, finger-fucking herself in a matched rhythm, pretending she was the one getting fucked. She couldn’t resist moaning. Brad’s eyes flew open. He looked right at her, eyes wide. For a moment, they both froze. Then he must have noticed how she was dressed, must have been able to see how she was masturbating, watching him. Slowly, smiling, he resumed jacking off. Kayla moaned again as she also went on masturbating. Brad moaned louder, his eyes glued to her. She had never felt so. " I don't want to keep that shit at all," Charles laughed, "you come back to the trailer. I'll make you proper coffee."Robbie agreed and followed Charles back to the 'van. He explained he had it all to himself, Adelle, apparently, 'roomed' with their 'client'."So who the hell is this mystery client?" Robbie asked."Can't say," he replied, "someone big... in the entertainment world. She don't get up until noon, so I'll make you a real breakfast, with real coffee. Instant... shit!" he added, in.