There was no vehicle that I knew of, other than a hovercraft, that could do this. On the fourth lap around the central floor of the base, Susan finall...y said, "This is good enough. Let's go get the groceries."This vehicle was indeed the most easy to manoeuvre, park or land as the case may be that we had ever been in. Before long, we let off the passengers, and were racing through the storm with the sensors, on the craft, projecting an image in front of us, as if it were a clear summer's day. We. We were at a lovely big house on the outskirts of Harrogate, a placewhere broken and twisted police officers went to be straightened beforereturning to duty. On our first night and after the orientations andbriefings were done Phoebe and I had seemed to be the only ones notgrouped or paired off."Now I've divorced the malignant twat," she'd said. "What about you,what are you here for?"My right arm was a puckered, blotched mess of healed burns, but theshoulder damage from the same incident was. ” Stacy R said as her eyes fixated on my cock.“He’s ripped.” Stacy Z said looking me up and down.I should stop here to explain. Back in the 9th grade, I wasn’t exactly super muscles and Mr. Hunky stuff guy that you see on the Las Vegas strip, walking along and posing with women for money, I was average, but my muscles had a lot of tones. The girls were in awe of this, minus Alicia who had seen me like this any number of times.“So what do you say?” Stacy B asked sitting up and looking at her. Her stare made me aware of my own appearance, and I realized that my hand was pressed into the material of my dress, insinuating itself into the folds of my cunt. I was pressing hard into my vulva, cushioned my the thick skirt and panties that separated my fingers from my cunt, from the silky moisture that had wet my panties. Her smirk was to let me know that she was the one getting the true satisfaction from the shaft of wet flesh that was filling her. I was the one that had to be content with.